July 1, 2016 ~KF

Set your music player to shuffle and write 250 words inspired by the first and last lines of the first song that plays.

Fun. Some Nights.

Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck. Some nights I call it a draw.

Some nights I wish my lips could build a castle. Some nights I’d wish they would fall off.


The other night, you wouldn’t believe the dream I just had about you and me.
I called you up, but we’d both agree:
It’s for the best you didn’t listen,
It’s for the best we get our distance.

Fun crafts fairly complicated, metaphor heavy songs. Some Nights is a personal favorite.

I sit in the car, chain smoking, radio playing. I know what’s waiting for me. I fucked up, again. I could crash at my sister’s…..
No, I’d better just do this, the fight is inevitable and time won’t temper the flame. Not this time.

I can see her shadow under the door, pacing. The door opens before my key touches the lock. God she’s mad; can’t blame her really. She stands there silent.

“Look babe, I just….”

“You just what, figured you go out, not call, again. But I wasn’t worried since you ass dialed me from the bar?”

I’d thought she’d called me; this is worse than I thought.

“Bad enough you let your friends trash me, but what you said you fucking prick. I’m leaving. I’m done.”

“No don’t, wait. It’s not like I meant any of it.” Fuck what did I even say, oh shit no she didn’t hear that.

“No it’s fine I’m done holding you back, besides you’d be happier with Heather right?”

With that she grabs her bag and pushes past me. I call her a few days later. We talk like adults, the first time in a while. We leave it at let’s take a break. But I know it’s over. I was shitty boyfriend, she deserves better.

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