This week at The Parking Lot Confessional we’re writing a story, round robin style. Amy McLane started us off on Monday with Parlour Games, Part One:
As soon as I put the trans in my mouth, I knew it was a mistake.
It felt like a hot poker on my tongue. It tasted like a hunk of iron that had been marinated in a garbage can. I gave Tensen a tear-glazed look of panic. She grinned, her teeth smeared with silver. That metallic smile was the future. It was us, or would be, if I would stop being a chickenshit and just eat the damn thing.
Today, I posted Part Two:
Tensen looked past me and her smile dropped. “Come on.”
Before I could turn to see the trouble, she’d pulled me to my feet and we were scrambling further down the alley.
Friday, Stephen Green will be posting Part Three; and Michael Greenwald will be wrapping the story up on Sunday.
Hope you enjoy it. 🙂