Another entry for the 100 Word Song. This week is brought to us by the Red Hot Chili Peppers and “Breaking the Girl.” I decided to resurrect Reggie and Gris from my story Easy Money. This scene takes place about 12 hours before the start of Easy Money and was written while blasting Blood Sugar Sex Magik.
“Shit, Reg, don’t do this. Something doesn’t feel right about this one.”
“C’mon, Gris, it’s why we’re here,” Reggie stuffed his antique Colt in his shoulder holster. He cocked his head, smirking. “And since when do you care? I thought we weren’t about that.”
“We’re not,” she scoffed, fingering her stim inhaler. Her blue eyes met his brown. “Call it professional concern. You’re the best gun in the colony and the Rogers need you.”
Reggie chuckled. “I know, so stop worrying. This job is gonna pay big.” Then he was gone, the Zephyr’s door quietly clicking shut.
Gris stared at the door for some time, twisting the inhaler around her grasp.
Eyes purple, she lowered the inhaler and whispered to the door, “I do care.”
Ooooh, famous last words…
Good stuff!
Nothing good can come from an exit like that! Nice little scene. You’ve built up some great tension
Go read the short story to see what happens next!
(I’m shameless, I know)
I am really getting into these 100 Word Song posts you are doing. I enjoy them….leaves something to the imagination and you have a way of capturing me as a reader immediately.
You should do it, too. Lance posts a new song every Tuesday night. It’s fun.
Maybe I will check it out.
Ohhh…she does care, even in the midst of what he’s trying to get her to do. Nice. I’m unfamiliar with the rest of your story, but this makes me want to take a look. Great, very vivid.
Came from the 100 Word Song linkup.
Oh the things we can do while blasting “Blood Sugar Sex Magik.”
Nicely done.
As teasers for existing stories go, that is not too shabby
In fact? I’m going to click over and find out what awful things follow those famous last words…