Duels

So I've joined a writers forum, and on that forum we have practice duels. Little things to test our range, or just to have fun with. I normally don't do them because I'm comfortable with what I write.. BUT on occassion I'll say something really snarky on the forum somewhere else, or hit someone for being snarky and I'll get a penance duel.

I was talking about lolli-pops and I got slapped with a penance duel. And I liked it so much I'm posting it here. Oh by the way, our duels have a topic, they are created to push us our of our comfort boxes.

This one was : An Interesting Crop.

Enjoy.


"Yes all of them must go." He said walking along the dark corridor talking on his cell.

"No I don’t care." He said indifferently "What part of all of them do you not understand?"
He leaned up against a dark wall and flipped a switch. Twelve rows of lights flicked on shining down on very crowded tables.

"No you can not keep one, their dangerous man! Or is that something else you don’t understand."
Rolling his eyes he walked along a row of tables.

"I can say whatever I like." He drawled bored out of his mind, he should have never gotten family involved.

"Fine, you know what, I’ll do it." He hit the glowing red phone button and looked out at his crop. They really were quiet cute, unnatural, but cute nonetheless. It was a real shame he had to do this.

Casually he walked over to the supply shed and pulled out a gas can and pink gardening glove. He felt a slight pang as he put her glove in the can opening and lit it on fire. Sighing he cast a last glance around the cabbage patch they had grown together. It deserved this, though it wasn’t fair.

He placed the makeshift bomb on one of the tables and left the room.

He wasn’t even to his car when it exploded. Unable to help himself he looked back, then quickly left. He shouldn’t have done that, now the image of firelight dancing off their plastic heads would haunt him forever.



Hee.. hee..