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It was the summer. I was a teenager. We had pizza. And what happened next is a COMPLETE WORK OF FICTION. Really. Not a single line of truth in any of it.

starry night

Sitting out on the lawn at night
watching the stars
For a really, really, reeeeeeeaalllllly long time
“wow,” he says
“yeah,” I say



“wow,” he says
“yeah,” I say



“yeah,” he says
“wow,” I say



“the stars,” I say
“I know,” he says



“They’re everywhere,” I say
We’re everywhere,” he says



“Shut. Up.” I say in disbelief
And he does
And we sit there for quite a while longer
Then he takes my hand and we go inside
Dylan is playing on the stereo
And a rainbow
Dances around the room

 

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Welcome to Day 9 of the Second Third Annual 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing. Today’s prompt was Dylan and it was brought to you by Bob’s college roommate and the King of Punny , NoName Dufus. Please click on the links below to visit the other people participating in this challenge. And have a brownie. Then watch the walls melt.

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  • You’ve always been so expressive.

  • I suggested this theme? *Thinks about this for a really, really, reeeeeeeaalllllly long time* Wow!

  • I remember those days. The stars seemed brighter then. Then again, it probably WAS just the pot.

  • “Wow”, I say…

  • Were there mushrooms on that pizza of yours?

  • ReformingGeek

    Yeah, wow. Got brownies?

  • And then you were knocking on heaven’s door?

  • Or you didn’t need glasses back then.

  • Or a combination of both.

  • What pizza? 🙂

  • “Yeah,” I say…

  • Pass that over while you’re contemplating, won’t you mon ami?

  • Not anymore. Ate them all. And then the Fritos went.

  • That could explain why there were so many stars everywhere! 🙂

  • frankleemeidere

    Yeah, those were the days, my friend, we thought they’d never end — oh, wrong singer.

    (I’m also putting in the link to my Chapter Eight, which I just published late last night, and since I’m not going to get Chapter Nine done today, I figure it can do double duty.)

  • Beautiful AND eloquent. I know we just said goodbye on Skype, but I really want to call you again. We can look at the stars and have brownies and.. stuff.

  • OMG! You took me there and I didn’t even need papers!

  • Even thought I hate Dylan with a passion, I LOVE this…. beautiful!!! I could see the stars! By the way, what were you guys smokin!?

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    May you build a ladder to the stars
    And climb on every rung
    May you stay forever young

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    You hate Dylan with a passion? Hate!? Perhaps the most-brilliant songwriter of modern times?

    Jesus.

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    I like brownies.

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  • Ah, yes. FABULOUS.

  • Are you sure Dylan wasn’t playing on the record player?

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