Title: Displaced
Characters: David Moore, Preston Brooks, Halen Moore, Phineas Marlow
Rating: R for language and allusions
Word count: 1896
Summary: TODAY'S HOROSCOPE: Company from out of town could mean trouble.
David's phone has seven missed calls and four voicemails when he gets off work at seven-thirty. Reception's shit in the store, though, so he grabs the usual necessities (two cigars to eviscerate and twist back up, two bags of chips, a box of Neapolitan ice cream, and a six-pack of root beer) and the tortillas Preston asked him to get, checks himself through on a self-serve register (because let's face it, he knows what a pain in the ass it is to check people out, and the one guy he would put through the pain has a line to the moon), and sticks the phone under his chin while he navigates out of the superstore parking lot.
( unexpected company, the best kind! )
Characters: David Moore, Preston Brooks, Halen Moore, Phineas Marlow
Rating: R for language and allusions
Word count: 1896
Summary: TODAY'S HOROSCOPE: Company from out of town could mean trouble.
David's phone has seven missed calls and four voicemails when he gets off work at seven-thirty. Reception's shit in the store, though, so he grabs the usual necessities (two cigars to eviscerate and twist back up, two bags of chips, a box of Neapolitan ice cream, and a six-pack of root beer) and the tortillas Preston asked him to get, checks himself through on a self-serve register (because let's face it, he knows what a pain in the ass it is to check people out, and the one guy he would put through the pain has a line to the moon), and sticks the phone under his chin while he navigates out of the superstore parking lot.
( unexpected company, the best kind! )