"Thanks, Jake," he said, wiping the running snot from the end of his nose. He tried to hand the handkerchief back to me.

"Keep it," I said, holding my hand up.

I sat down on the floor beside him. We were both leaning our backs against the end of the bed.

"So," I said softly, "care to explain to me how this all got started?"

He nodded. "I fell in love, Jakey... I mean, Jake."

"Wouldn't be the first time that falling in love caved a man's world in around him. But it doesn't always get him wanted for murder."

Drabble published January 06, 2018 05:56

Christopher over 6 years ago

Wow! Thanks, Drew. I approach these as if I were writing a screenplay, so that cinematic feel is front and center of my mind when I write these. I play out every scene I'm writing on a movie screen in my head.

I thought that was a very poignant scene, two childhood buddies sitting in the floor of a cheap motel room leaning against the bed trying to figure out their relationship after all these years.
Frenchie over 6 years ago

Quite right, but I would have thought it is usually us, the women who are wanting for murder (well, at least, we do murder men in our heads countless times, hehehe)...

Jake Randolph in "Bourbon On The Rocks" Pt. 15