Free Entry Week 8

I'm just going to use my workshop piece you guys.

Two For One Special

 There are uneven stripes on the couch. Light blue, white, light blue, black, white, then lastly comes the dried blood color. The pattern starts all over again after that. On the left armrest, my finger pushes between the white and light blue stripes to feel the stuffing inside. When Garrison first brought it home, I couldn’t stick in my pinky, but now my ring finger fits inside. 2 for 1 deal he called it. 50 bucks along with the black gaming chair growing off of him.

           

 I reach for my coffee sitting on my Abnormal Psychology book. That little ring my mother always warned us against has started to form on the title. I look over to Garrison. His fingers alternate the swivel knob and the X button in order to defeat whichever bandit is attacking him on his path through the woods now. Alas, Garrison’s imagery self stands victorious holding the winnings between those little pixelated fingers.

            “Baby,” he called without even glancing away from his journey.

            I put the coffee back down on the ring and continue to memorize the pattern. Light blue, white, light blue…

            “Baby, are you okay?”

            “Yeah.” Black, white, then lastly the dried blood.