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Vikram and I decided to spend a few days with Patrick at his place in the Peru-LaSalle area. It was late December in Illinois, and we ended up getting snowed in. We tried to shovel the drive with Patrick’s plastic toy shovel, but we quickly broke it in two.
When did Patrick get so anal? That’s what Vikram and I wondered after being trapped in Patrick’s house for 18 hours. Take your shoes off, he said. Put this and that back where you found it, he said. It didn’t take long for tempers to flair. We had been friends for ten years, but we weren’t used to living together in an Illinois snow prison – especially with Patrick as the Warden.
At one point, Patrick went into his bedroom, and when he came back, he pointed a gun at my head. This was rather unexpected, but he wanted to make it quite clear that this was his house, and he wasn’t going to take my sass any longer.
As it turned out, it wasn’t real gun; it was just a starter’s pistol, but he had made his point.
If you were stranded on a desert island, who is the one person that you could live with that you wouldn’t drive crazy (or that wouldn’t drive you crazy)?
“Whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.” -- Proverb
Vikram and I decided to spend a few days with Patrick at his place in the Peru-LaSalle area. It was late December in Illinois, and we ended up getting snowed in. We tried to shovel the drive with Patrick’s plastic toy shovel, but we quickly broke it in two.
When did Patrick get so anal? That’s what Vikram and I wondered after being trapped in Patrick’s house for 18 hours. Take your shoes off, he said. Put this and that back where you found it, he said. It didn’t take long for tempers to flair. We had been friends for ten years, but we weren’t used to living together in an Illinois snow prison – especially with Patrick as the Warden.
At one point, Patrick went into his bedroom, and when he came back, he pointed a gun at my head. This was rather unexpected, but he wanted to make it quite clear that this was his house, and he wasn’t going to take my sass any longer.
As it turned out, it wasn’t real gun; it was just a starter’s pistol, but he had made his point.
If you were stranded on a desert island, who is the one person that you could live with that you wouldn’t drive crazy (or that wouldn’t drive you crazy)?
“Whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.” -- Proverb
Wow...this is an interesting starting point for inspiring writers.
ReplyDeleteHave you read the standard "writing prompt" books? They all tend to cover the same ground... I'm trying to approach the "genre" from a slightly difficult angle. :)
ReplyDeleteNope, haven't read any of those books. I only read books with lots of pictures and popups.
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