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5. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

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NOTE: Strong language, drug use.*

Tuesday, September 5th, 6:00pm
Sean (and Hillary)

 

Sean: (looks out window) Holy shit, man, did you see that? (glances over at Hillary in the seat across the aisle) Come and see this, seriously!

Hillary crosses the aisle and kneels beside Sean to look out the window.

Sean: That car just totally T-boned that other car.

Hillary: (whispers) Holy shit.

Sean: That was awesome.

Hillary: Huh.

Hillary backs toward the aisle.

Sean: Hey, I’m going to a party, wanna go?

Hillary: (sits beside Sean) Where is it?

Sean: In my fucking pants!

Hillary starts to get up.

Sean: No, wait, I’m kidding. It’s at a friend’s place. Hey aren’t you that girl in school? The one whose locker got burned for drugs last week?

Hillary: (sitting) They weren’t mine.

Sean: Riiiiight. I’m Sean. You’re Hillary, right?

Hillary: (nods) Whose house is the party at? Maybe I know him.

Sean: Her. It’s a her. She’s my girlfriend, but I think she’d like you.

Hillary stares at him.

Sean: She’s fucking great in bed.

Hillary continues to stare.

Sean: What? You fuckin’ in or not?

Hillary: Got any dope?

 

Next stop: Wednesday, September 6th, 7:00pm

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Author: Linda G. Hill

There's a writer in here, clawing her way out.

16 thoughts on “5. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

  1. I am away on a birthday treat the husband snores softlt beside me as I stiffle immature giggles under the sheet, while I read these. I fee like a teenager reading little women when I should be asleep. *whispers* the rest may have to wait until I get home.

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  2. Sounds like a regular midday bus ride over where I live.

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  3. I’m hooked on this series!

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  4. “Got any dope?”

    I love this ending. I laughed.

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  5. Awesome write, kiddo!!!

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  6. Where can I catch this bus?

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