“What’s that Frank?” The old farmer stared at the yellow-brown monstrosity, bleary eyes squinting.
Frank looked up, wiping greasy hands. “Nice, right? Jus’ need a decent chassis and y’can make all sorts of changes. Whaddya reckon?”
A grey eyebrow raised, dubious. “What is it?”
Frank’s smile broadened. “Art mate. I’m a fuckin’ artist.”
“Ok then… I guess.”
“Carn inside y’ old bastard, lets grab some coldies.” Frank ushered the old man into his house.
A single blow laid him out, unconscious.
Frank analytically ran his hands over the farmer’s body. Old, but solid .
“Yep. Jus’ need a decent chassis.”
(Word Count 100)
Another Rochelle #FridayFictioneers 100 word challenge. I had fun with this one, both with the concept and playing with the ‘Straylian’ dialogue. For the unfamiliar:
- whaddya – what do you
- carn – come on
- coldies – cold beers
- Straylian – Australian
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For those curious about the title, it is part of a quote from Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. The whole quote reads:
Remember, that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded.