Call of the Wild
by Woman of Letters
WOW: Musk. 200 words. Sometimes assumptions can bite you in the ass. Sam is about 16 here. Done completely in dialogue… Can you tell who's talking?
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"Are you sniffing me?"
"Course not! What do you take me for, a perv?"
"Then why are you breathing down my neck?"
"Dude, what are you wearing, Eau de dead dog?"
"Aha, you were sniffing me!"
"Answer the damn question!"
"Fine. If you must know. It's musk."
"Musk? What are you trying to attract, ghouls?"
"No, girls."
"Aren't you a little young?"
"Look who's talking!"
"Well, this stuff will send 'em puking. You smell like drowned rat crossed with rotten eggs."
"I do?"
"Hope you didn't spend good money on it…"
"Um… I swiped it from Bobby's dresser."
"Okay, spill. Who is she?"
BANG
"All right, which of you fools took a bottle from my dresser?"
"Are you missing something?"
"A bottle of lure. Smells like roadkill… sure to bring out the deer… Kinda like it smells in here."
"I don't smell anything. Do you?"
"Must be a passing skunk."
"A pair of comedians… Well, if that bottle ain't back on my dresser and the stuff washed off by dinner time, someone's gettin' buckshot in the ass."
BANG
"You can stop laughing..."
"..."
"Really, you can stop."
"W.. w... well, aren't you going to get ready for your date with Bambi?"
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A/N A special thank-you to the FICWISE Writing Group for being my betas here.
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