Spot - May 23, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "spot". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]

Spot - Squiddy Geiger - May 23, 2012

Brian glared at the intruder, a look that in other universes caused instant and very painful death, but which here merely conveyed a message of dislike. The glare continued for some minutes.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Brian?" Karl asked.

Brian looked at Karl, then nodded toward the intruder. "You know what's wrong. Look!"

Karl looked over at Simon. He sighed. "Seriously, Brian? God, you're worse than Sheldon Cooper, and he's a goddamn fictional character!" He sighed again. "He wants you to move, Simon. You're in his spot."

Simon laughed, then saw Karl's look. "Oh, you're serious? Does this guy have all of Dr. Cooper's other foibles? And, more to the point - do you put up with them, despite the fact that living with such a person would be possible only in a fictional tv setting?"

"Yes, he's just as bad, but in his defense, he's my cousin, he's rich, and he doesn't charge me rent." He laughed. "I think this is an acceptable exchange, for now. Actually, I shouldn't have invited you over - this is already starting off better than the last time I had a friend over. You at least managed to sit, before the hissy fit started. Last time, we hadn't even taken our coats off before Sheldon's Clone lost it. So, consider yourself lucky."

He looked at Brian, then added, "and if you like that seat, sit there. Brian can deal with it for one night."

The police never found the bodies. Brian told them Karl and Simon had left shortly after 8pm, but had not said where they were going.

His spot was safe.

Posted by Squiddy at May 23, 2012 08:45 PM | TrackBack