Punk orange

In the spirit of yesterday’s post, last night a friend issued a two word challenge. I needed to spin something out from the words you see in the title of this post.

The following is what I came up with.



MacDougal Street at 3am was quiet as a ghost. Stray trash littered the street, and stray thoughts littered the mind of Bobbie Sue as she strode from Third Street down to Houston, scowling, hands thrust in her pockets. She was late, and Draco didn’t like when you were late. Not when he was finally gonna let you deal some smack.

So the last thing she wanted to see was Eddie in his green hoodie, standing in the middle of the street.

“Hey, yo, Bobbie Sue, what’s shakin’?”

“Can’t talk Eddie, gotta go, got a connection to make.”

“Can’t you slow down for an old friend?” He smiled shyly — the same shy smile that had drawn her in all those months ago. Before she’d gotten wise.

“Man, really no. Business is business.” But even as she said it, she felt herself slowing, coming to a stop.

He looked serious for a moment. “You hangin’ with the punks these days Bobbie Sue?”

“None of your damn business,” she snorted. “You gonna get out of my way or what?”

“It’s just,” he said, “I’ve got something for you in my pocket…”

“Jeez Eddie.” Why the hell had she even bothered.

He dug into the pocket of his hoodie and took out an orange, “… and I thought you might wanna share.”

She gave the orange a long look, and then she gave Eddie an even longer one.

“Yeah, OK.” And for the first time in ages, she smiled.

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