Writing
warmup exercise from Writers Connect
with the above phrase as a prompt. 10 minutes on the clock. I
produced this:
“You
went to Avici White without us?!”
“Well,
yeah.”
“Where
was my invite?!” Hudson throws his arms out slightly, like this
admission has stung him in both his armpits.
“Well,
would you have come if I'd have asked?”
“Yeah,”
he blurts, as if it was the most obvious answer.
“Last
time I asked you you didn't wanna go; you were out in Oldham,”
I stress, “again.”
“But
it doesn't matter where you go,” he says, jamming his thumbs into
his jeans pockets.
“Hudson,”
I say, rolling my eyes, “Come on. That's just a bullshit phrase
people use to, uh, to get people to do something they don't wanna
do.” I stun myself with how confident I can be since the last time
I saw him, and remember that it was that phrase, his group's mantra,
that pushed me away from his group in the first place.
“Matt,
you've changed,” he says.
“Yeah,
Ferro said that on Facebook,” I remind him. “Because I won't go
to Yorkshire Street. I don't go to Oldham.”
“But
we're your mates,” he says, “and that's where we go.”
My
blood runs cold as I stare into those black pupils, and remember the
discomfort I felt when I first met him- my instincts telling me, I
now realise, not to get involved.
“Hudson,
Oldham's a shit night out. The only change is I won't put up with
it.” I walk off.
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