It is time, once again, for the Random CD prompt.
So go pick a song as randomly as you can and make use of its first line as your own. Then, after credit goes where it belongs, take it from there. Poetry or prose, whichever you're inspired to write.
I've got Max booked for a haircut appointment tomorrow afternoon. Wish me luck. Er, him luck. Us luck?
Yeah, let's go with that last one.
I Found by Amber Run
"I'll use you as a warning sign."
"Sorry, what?" I mean What the hell is that supposed to mean? but I don't need to go there. Yet.
"I'll keep an eye on you," he says with a knowing smile. The one that drives me up the wall crazy. "That way I'll know when it's time to leave."
"I'm not following." Partially because I don't quite understand what he's talking about. Mostly because I'm fairly certain he's about to walk off a cliff.
"Look. We both know that you hate these dinner parties the Kelly's insist on hosting." I nod because this is as obvious as the stench of air freshener in the house after he uses the toilet in the morning. "You can put up with it for a little while and then... you know."
"I know... what?" Okay, I'm starting to go there now.
"Then your... uh... your disgust starts to show." He licks his lips and his eyes begin to dart around as he seeks an escape from our conversation. Good. "Like, before your face goes red? It starts, at like, your neck?"
"So when my neck begins to turn red...?"
"That's my sign to get out of there!"
"You mean our sign for the both of us to leave?"
"Oh... uh... yes?"