During my previous foray into Friction Friday, I discovered that I am less of a ‘first draft’ writer and more of an outline with dialogue kinda girl. I will begin to work on that next week. This week the task was to use the words villipend, periapt and embrangle in a story. Let us see, boys and girls, if I was successful.
‘That’s a wrap fellas’ the invisible voice shouted.
‘Whew! I am ready to go home, have three or four fingers of bourbon, no make that six or seven and settle down with the racing forms. There’s a little filly out there wanting to make me a bundle’ Pop said.
The three actors headed for their dressing rooms. In the hallway they spotted a sharp dressed trio of undertakers. Upon closer inspection, they recognized the men.
‘ah it’s you Vilipend? What are you doing here?’
‘Boys, boys, it’s good to see you. You haven’t been in contact for a while. We just came by to check you were alright, no broken legs or anything. Let’s go into you dressing room where we can talk. Periapt, wait out here, see we aren’t disturbed.’
Resigned, Pop shrugged and allowed the others to enter his dressing room. Vilipend wasted no time. ‘You have been on this job for six months. We need to close this up and move on to the next one. If you can’t do it, let me know. I will give it to someone else. Someone younger.’
‘No need to talk like that. There is no one better to torch a building than Crackle there, and Snap can break a man in two without breathing hard, and if you need someone offed, I am your man.’ Pop said ‘but this job has been a little more tricky than we anticipated.’
‘Tricky? Tricky how?’
‘Well…. It’s like this.’ Crackle said. ‘Profits weren’t so good, last quarter and the company couldn’t pay us, so, well, um they.. Here just look.’ Crackle handed a box to Vilipend.
‘What the fuck is wrong with you!’ he shouted ‘we work for the General Mills mafia and you have become the mascots of feckin’ Rice Krispies cereal? What a bunch of shitehawks! Embrangle, tell Periapt to come here, we require his expertise.
The undertakes exited the room as the final body hit the floor.
‘Boss do you think we could become cereal mascots?’ asked Embrangle
‘I wouldn’t eat any cereal that had Vilipend, Periapt and Embrangle on the box. Who knows what the fuck would be inside.’