Use as inspiration or verbatim:
The police in New York City
They chased a boy right through the park
And in a case of mistaken identity
They put a bullet through his heart.
-The Rolling Stones, (Heartbreaker)
Here’s what I plan on doing: I plan on writing the shit out of this prompt, and I’m going to do it from Detective Don Belarus’s point of view. Remember him? If you don’t know who I am talking about, then you didn’t read my last II Challenge piece, and you haven’t read any of the Hannah Sketches
– so I suggest you go do that. Well, I gently urge you. No, I’m actually poking you in the side and prodding and teasing you to go read them right here
I don’t know, I’m just really enjoying the hell out of those characters and really looking forward to writing more about them. Eventually I will reach a point where I’ve written so many sketches about Hannah that you’ll have wished you jumped on the bandwagon in the beginning, if you know what I mean. I accumulate words. Shit tends to be epic and prolific up in here.
But now, off to bed. I need an early start for my very long day tomorrow, unfortunately. The snow we got over the weekend is making me think that driving Elise to school is the best bet because if she has her way and gets to walk the ten yards over to the neighbor’s house to get on the bus, she will be covered in snow and soaking wet the rest of the day. Driving Elise to school for 8:30 in the morning is not my favorite thing to do considering that most days after I put her on the bus I either go back to bed for an hour or read, write, or watch Netflix, but…. I don’t want my baby to freeze, either.