Saturday's Storyteller: "I'm so dead on ideas right now."

by Belinda Roddie

"I'm so dead on ideas right now."

"Drink some champagne!"

"John, I swear to God..."

"Champagne!"

"John."

"Champaaaaaaaaaaa - "

"Did you find the key to the cabinet?"

"...I plead the seventeenth."

"What?"

"The seventeenth!"

"...You mean the fifth."

"No."

"No, you mean the fifth."

"No, I'm pretty sure it's the seventeenth."

"...Are you sure?"

"Yeah?"

"Because I'm fairly certain that's the amendment that establishes the direct election of senators by popular vote."

"..."

"..."

"...You are such a smartass, Aaron!"

"Yeah. I'm a smartass. That's the problem."

"What are you working on, anyway?"

"A graphic for a website, but I'm out of ideas."

"A graphite?"

"No, a graphic."

"Graphite."

"No, John, a - why am I even telling you about this? Go to bed."

"But there's still champagne left!"

"Go to bed."

"It's the new year!"

"Yay, lucky me."

"Happy New Year, Aaron!"

"Ow. My lungs. Ow."

"My bestest friend!"

"You're crushing my lungs. Oxygen is depleting."

"Sorry."

"Jesus."

"...I love you."

"What?"

This next week's prompt was inadvertently provided by Jocelyn Roddie.