Little brats

Get their wagons fixed

This was a fun snippet that just came to me now.

1. See this? in the envelope?

2. Leather. It’s soft.

1. Let me see. Is it blue?

2. Well, gray, or used to be blue.

1. Don’t pull the drawstring; it might break.

2. I’m not.

1. Feel what’s in it.

2. A ring, like, a signet, somebody’s portrait.

1. Who is that? It’s like a love ring. Oh, it’s precious. Where’d you find it?

2. In this little yellow deposit envelope. First National Bank.

1. Yeah, but where?

2. Stuck in the chimney bricks.

3. Hello, who’s down there?

2. Oh my god! Run!

1. Where do we go where do we go

2. Just go just —!

1. Here! the door!

2. Aaaah!

3. GOTCHA, little brats! I’ll fix your wagons.

   

   ~~ I’m just goofing around with interior spaces. I wanted to back a camera away from a 20 times zoom, to 1:1, and backward to negative space. Some things that come to mind are just tidbits. That’s all this is: just two little girls snooping around in an old lady’s basement.

   Friends of mine and I used to snoop around in old man Spencer’s garage on Grand Avenue in south Minneapolis. He had a garage on a downhill backyard, a garage with two levels, and we wrenched the basement open and snooped around down there. I like to think he was upstairs creaking the boards in his old black coat and boots, aware of us. We were scared of him, but probably did not need to be.

Anyway, thanks for indulging me.

Teddy MacHotspvrre