I'm in the mood for some collaboration today. I'll write the beginning of the story. You just need to read the comments and pick up the story where the last commenter left off. Have fun! I can't wait to see where this one goes.
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Clara filed he nails while she waited for Hank to return from the convenience store. The longer she filed the more angry she became.
"Who does he think he is?" she seethed. "He wants me to drive the car but tells me where and how to park it? Leave it running he says. The nerve of him!" "After last nights fight you would think he'd know better. I don't think he LISTENED to me at all!"
Clara had the stereo blaring and didn't hear the alarm sounding and she didn't certainly didn't see Hank come flying through the glass doors or running for the car. The back door swung open, Hank jumped in and yelled at her to start driving. That was the last straw! Clara turned around in her seat and glared at Hank. "We have to talk...."
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...silver compact, taking out the small pad to powder his chin which was already showing a heavy 5 o'clock shadow and calmly said, "So are we going to sit here until the cops show up and arrest us both?" "Besides", said Hank, "...
...if they do show up, I won't be the only one going to jail, Princess!" Clara punched the gas and careened into the on coming traffic. Correcting herself she stuck her hand out the window flipping off the blasting horns, "Put a sock in it, Bitch!" She roared. Looking back over the back seat, she said in a deadly calm voice, "Han..Susan, I thought we weren't doing these piss-ass 7-11 jobs anymore?" Hank, looked at the brown bag full of cash. "Yeah, well things change, Baby. Things change.." His voice trailling off as he looked out the window. His mind drifting back to last night.......
when he decided he wanted to do this job.....Clara, I don't think this descise is going to work any more.... I just don't look like a woman and those heels are killing me. What would you think if I dressed up like a......
steal my makeup, and I ain't havin' that!" In the midst of their arguement, Clara did not see the huge Doe jump out in front of her car. She hit it and the car spun to a stop. Clara and Hank got out of the car to check on the dead deer. Hank poked it with his stilletos only to realize it wasn't a deer, it was a...
a vagrant, a hobo. The road ahead and behind was devoid of traffic and without a word between them, Susan and Clara grabbed the middle-aged woman by the shoulders, feet dragging and carried her now limp body off into the bushes beyond the flashing "Road Work Ahead" sign, thier movements illuminated in brief intervals by the amber flashing light. The woman's body fell with a wet thud when Hank and Clara dropped her. Looking up, the couple were startled by...
a kid on a bike...What are you guys doing?
...the boy inquired, while completely neglecting the quotation marks required for speech in this type of storytelling.
"We're taking you hostage," said Hank, grabbing the boy by his Camelbak and putting a high heel to his throat just as the squad cars caught up.
The flashing amber light suddenly gave way to a floodlight from above. "All this over a 7-11!?" Clara shouted over the roar of the helicopters. But she wasn't close enough to the boy to hear the ticking from his pack, or to notice the horrifying calm in his face.
In a panic, Hank let go of the boy, just as...
They all exploded. Everything went flying: stilletos, makeup bags, wigs...their dignities. Funny how they hadn't lost their dignitites up until this point, but hey, that's the life of a trany.
Epilogue:
I'm sad about what happened to Clara. I was rooting for her.
I thoroughly enjoyed this literary exercise. What a great idea you had.
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