This is the working title of a short story I finally put together last night. It’s a really short story. Less than 500 words. I don’t think it could be longer though, and I’m quite pleased with the first draft. Here is an extract:
“You alright?” I said, casual like.
“I don’t have a fucking clue what is going on.” She stared right into my face. Full-on at me. Not like girls in clubs with the sideways, half-closed, half-truth eyes. She was honest. She didn’t have a fucking clue.
“Neither do I.” I said. And she smiled.
Squee. Now I just need to write 200 more and I’ll have a whole book (/snark).