Killing Time

S: I hate casinos. J: I didn’t ask you to like being here. I just asked you to be here. S: I would rather be ordering a peanut butter milkshake at that place we drove past on the way into this god forsaken shit hole. J made gagging noises and pulled a face S, looking … More Killing Time

The “Unsecret” Dialogue Chronicles – Part 8: Out of our Trees

S jiggled the pack of smokes around in an attempt to see how many were left. Accidentally flicking one out clear across J’s lap and onto the floor at her feet. S:    Oh…    my bad. Try not to squash it with a pedal… J:    Are you kidding? S…   that shit will roll around under there … More The “Unsecret” Dialogue Chronicles – Part 8: Out of our Trees

The “Unsecret” Diologue Chronicles – Part 6

Follow on from : S stands with her hands up in the air stretching, waiting for J to get her skinny ass inside. J stops next to S and yawns. S grins and looks at J’s bloodied shirt and the crimson red smears on her chin and collar bones. S:   You know, that’s kinda … More The “Unsecret” Diologue Chronicles – Part 6