The exercise:
Let's go with: drawing a blank.
I'm headed off to Vancouver for a quick visit and some errand running. I'll be back Saturday afternoon, so the next couple of days will be scheduled posts.
Mine:
"You don't remember me, do you?" the man asks, crossing his arms and smirking slightly.
"Of course I do," I reply with a dismissive laugh. Hoping to avoid further conversation, I return to my newspaper.
"Oh yeah?" He actually reaches out and pulls the sports section from my hands. "What's my name then?"
"Give that back." It's not a request; it's a demand. I may be getting on in years but I can still command respect and instill fear when I need to.
"Sure, but it'll cost ya. The price is simply my name."
"I'll say your name," I tell this mystery man, "right after you tell me mine."
