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I’m the Dude, Man 0

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From the TV behind his head he heard, “Look, let me explain something to you. I’m not Mr. Lebowski. You’re Mr. Lebowski. I’m the Dude. So that’s what you call me. That, or His Dudeness … Duder … or El Duderino, if, you know, you’re not into the whole brevity thing.”

Brevity. If only.

The guy with the gun forced the barrel next to his nose and punched it as if to emphasize, “You get me right?”

Yes, he did get the guy’s meaning. He reached into the drawer, pulled out the ones and fives and thrust them at the guy.

“That’s it? Where’s the big bills?”

“We tuck all the money into the safe. Didn’t you see the sign? We don’t have anything over twenty.”

“Screw that. Pull the money from the safe.”

“Don’t you think you’ve wasted enough time?”

“I’m not leaving until I get more than twelve dollars.”

A siren sounded down the street. Old lady Moncrief, who only came in for a lottery ticket, lay on the floor and shook. Hitting the silent alarm probably was a bad idea. Whatever. This dude deserves what he gets for shoving a gun in his face.

“Oh, so that’s how it is?” He pulled the gun back, then slammed it on the counter. “Sometimes, I wonder why I do this.”

The gunman backed away, grabbed a bubblegum from its container, and ran out the door.

He watched the gunman run away. From the TV behind his head he heard, “Nobody calls me Lebowski. You got the wrong guy. I’m The Dude, man.”

A Day of Rest 0

Day 131: 5 Minute Freewrite: Tuesday – Prompt: solitude

Prompt by @mariannewest. Words by @wordymouth.

She walked passing only a few other couples on their way down.

She smiled, waved, and appropriately nodded. Not too bad for a Tuesday. There could be more people on the trail.

In the canopy, the limbs bustled together in a shallow breeze. At her level, the ground, rocks, and ferns stayed perfectly still. Everything was so green. She listened for a sound. Hearing none, she made some noise grinding off a rock with her boot.

Off trail, a large Douglas Pine lay on its side covering the last melt of snow and ice. A Carpenter ant wandered the bare surface climbing over the beetle tracks exposed in the wood by erosion. It carried a bit of seed over the pine. She waited for it to pass over the side, then sat down on the wood.

She looked across the forest floor to the far side of the canyon where a waterfall fell into a green pool. She breathed in slowly. Then she breathed out. The cathedral of solitude gave her rest.

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