17 November: Daily Excerpt
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Dead Sofa, excerpt
Date: 2011-11-18 01:26 am (UTC)Any background information: Cory has to break out of his dead end job and the distractions of his crappy band, a bunch of needy ghosts and his mother's basement to get a life.
Excerpt:"No, that's good," she said. "So we'll meet up there? Can you text me directions?"
"I can." When he googled a place and made sure it wasn't a crack den. And he probably needed some cash, plus something to wear without holes in it. Maybe his mom still had his prom suit? Cory felt some cheetos roiling back up into his throat, and winced.
"Great. I'll see you then. Bye Cory."
She was gone before he could reply, and it was probably for the best. The waves of nerves and heartburn kicked up, turning his torso into a volcanic eruption. He burped into the dial tone, and hung up.
It took a moment to realize a jazz club was supposed to mean romance. He had no plan. This was going to be dating carnage. His dry spell would last until he died. He'd live with his mother until he was imprisoned for licking people's bathroom windows or something. He would be paroled just in time to be the first male cat lady in his neighbourhood, where children would tell the legend of Cory's disastrous date as an urban legend ending in 'and to this day, if you play Thelonius Monk, Cory will send his cats to eat you!'
He gagged, spat into the toilet, and flushed it. As he let himself out of the bathroom he was met by Rip and a group of interested female ghosts. Miss Elaine looked put out by his sniffing around other women, but Viv, Mrs. Runca, and Mrs. Gilcrest were smiling.
Re: Dead Sofa, excerpt
Date: 2011-11-18 03:29 pm (UTC)