Writing Challenges

Unfinished Business

Welcome to Day 12 of 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing, the creative writing challenge that 4 out of 5 lawyers agree is the reason for the “not of sound mind” defense. Today’s prompt is The Day I Met Abraham Lincoln, and this was – unwittingly – Ziva’s fault. Don’t forget to link up at the end of this post if you participated in today’s challenge before you snapped.

This is the fourth part of an undetermined-part series that I just can’t seem to end. You can read part one, part two, and part three if you’d like. Or not. My feelings won’t be hurt. *sob*


Unfinished Business

It’s been over an hour since the last car passed me by and left me in a cloud of dust. An hour with nothing to do but put one foot in front of the other and think about things better left alone.

The bar was nearly empty; a drunk passed out in the corner booth, two older fellows at the bar watching football highlights on the television, a table with four young studs playing a drinking game, and another table with three young women desperately trying to get noticed without appearing at all interested. And on the dance floor, one lone couple swaying in time to the music.

“Take me with you,” she said.

I’ve been trying to shake off the memories. To forget. Forget sweet Emma and what might have been. Emma wasn’t her real name, of course. But she reminded me of Emma Stone so that’s what I called her. That was my standard operating procedure. Forget the faces, the places and just make up the names as you go along. And it worked, until I met Emma.

“Take me with you,” she said.

One foot in front of the other. We’d left the bar together and headed west. She didn’t even want to stop to pick up her stuff. Just said okay and got in the passenger seat. One foot in front of the other. And it was all going well until the day I met Abraham Lincoln. A tall drink of water who liked to end every sentence with “I shit you not.” Ole Honest Abe. Turns out, Abe was a lying sack of shit, I shit you not. Ahead of me is empty road. Behind me are memories.

“Take me with you,” she said.

The empty road ahead will eventually lead to San Fransisco and a bit of unfinished business. The road behind me leads to Emma and Abe. And some more unfinished business. One foot in front of the other.


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  • I’m thinking that’s a different Abe Lincoln ’cause I don’t think his hat would fit in the car.

  • “I shit you not!” Can’t wait to see where this road trip goes next!

  • Is there something weird going on with the link thing. It says “3 entries so far!!” but it doesn’t show me the list of who they are. Or is that what I get for being first?

  • Thanks for the heads-up, Dufus. I fixed it!

  • Yay, thanks. I was visiting sites through Network Blogs on Facebook. Hey I am #1. That’s what happens when you wet the bed.

  • I think Abe might like being called “I shit you not” Lincoln instead of Honest Abe. Love this series!!!

  • I did not read the other posts, I shit you not. I think I need to now.

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  • Gorgeous Nicky, I really, really like the writing in this one. You have a true talent, my love.

  • This is wonderful and elegant. You are one hell of a great writer!

  • Bravo! More! More! I’m looking forward to seeing what the unfinished business is and how they “take care of it”. Excellent writing and intriguing story.

  • I love the “take me with you” stories. They leave us all wanting more.

  • MalisaHargrove

    I’m loving this twist! However, I must admit that it is very difficult to read through tears. This sentence set me off on a laughing fit: ” A tall drink of water who liked to end every sentence with “I shit you not.” Ha ha ha! I will never think of Abraham Lincoln the same way again. I will probably pass this knowledge on to my children and grandchildren so this unknown historical tidbit can be passed on!

  • Hey Nicky! I hesitated to mention Abe’s potty mouth, as I was sure nobody would find it plausible. But you pulled it off, and it’s a doozy of a catchphrase. Indigo x

  • Maybe the car’s a convertible, Dufus? 🙂

  • Me too, Boom Boom! Me too! 🙂

  • Hah! I’m not convinced. 🙂 Thanks, LM!

  • I hope you enjoy them Nora! Thanks for checking them out.

  • And all this time, I thought I only had two. Two talents. It would appear I have now have as many talents as you have arms. Thank you, Lemmikki! 🙂

  • Thank you, hon. To tell the truth, I don’t know where the hell this story is coming from. Every time I write another segment, I think it’s the last and then it’s not.

  • So am I, Linda! 🙂 Seriously, I don’t know where this is going and when I start to write about them, it never goes the way I think it will. It’s like they have minds of their own!

  • Thank you, Cheryl. I don’t want to leave anyone hanging, but I’m not sure how it’s all going to turn out.

  • LOL, well, it’s not really an historical tidbit, Malisa! Please don’t make me responsible for your children and grandchildren going around telling people that Abe Lincoln used to end every sentence with “I shit you not”. It was just a nickname given by one fictional character to another. Please. I really don’t need (another) international incident in my file!! 🙂

  • Thank you Indigo. Yes, I dare walk where angels fear to tread. I’m sure that karma will totally kick my ass for it, but whatever. 🙂

  • Well, then, what keeps that stovepipe from blowing off?

  • I know that feeling. I just let the characters tell the story – after all, it’s their story. 😉

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    San Franciso? Where Linda Medrano lives? Such an interesting choice for you, Nicky. Not that this autobiographical, of course. But a little bit of ourselves up in all our writing, don’t you think?

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    Uh, what are your other talents?

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    Nora’s blog wont’ let me comment. It’s really frustrating, but I can’t comment on P.J.’s or Nathanael’s blogs, either. They all use the WordPress blog form, so I’m blaming that, even though I use WordPress myself.

  • KZ

    It’s haunting the way you repeat those remembered echos. That wry little addition of the “Honest Abe” stuff was clever. I’m looking forward to future story installments.

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  • Well, one is an uncanny ability to remember song lyrics.

  • Great writing! Really great rhythm to the words. By now, you should be drooling with your arms tied behind your back in a straitjacket. Hell, I am and I’m not even participating in this challenge.

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