Friday Mashup, FFC and Write 4 Ten: Dunwoody’s Lackluster Life

The truth of the matter was that Dunwoody was a social misfit, a LOSER. While that may sound harsh, he was unable to successfully accomplish any task involving the need to participate with other people in enjoyable situations. As a child, he was the only one who went on the bus trip and refused to roller skate when they reached the rink. As a young adult, he had been invited to go on the annual turkey hunt with his college roommates; just as Marcus was about to shoot, Dunwoody sneezed, scaring off the entire rafter. His relationships with women were no better. On his second (and last) date with Miriam, he’d managed to drop a plate of squid down the back of her dress (don’t ask); the only reason she had gone on a second date was because she was an angel who saw good in everyone: on the first date, he had fumbled the good-night parting so badly that she felt compelled to give him a second chance. After the squid debacle she decided to never extend that kindness again. But Miriam had not tattled on Dunwoody to any of the other girls in her apartment building; Angela and Joan had found him to be a bit oafish, but in a charming sort of way. Miriam had considered telling them all what had happened and why she had decided not to see him anymore, but when she found out he had asked Georgina to the theatre, she kept her silence: she despised Georgina and hoped that their first date would go at least as poorly as her second one had. She stayed in her room when she heard the others calling to let Georgina know Dunwoody was at the curb; she dug through her dresser drawers to find her opera glasses so she could spy out the window and have a close look at the two of them before they left for the evening. As she settled on the window seat and peered down, she saw Dunwoody preparing to light Georgina’s cigarette; where they were standing was dark and as they exchanged uncomfortable pleasantries Dunwoody lit the filter end, sending even more invisible shards of fiberglass into Georgina’s lungs as she inhaled deeply, bringing her closer to mortality than any of them realized. Laughing brashly, Georgina flung the Kent into the street and grabbed Dunwoody’s arm. Miriam closed her opera glasses and settled in, ghoulishly awaiting whatever harrowing tale Georgina would return to tell.

So this was my first attempt at doing a mashup of today’s Flash Fiction Chronicles prompt (note the words underlined and in bold type) and the Write 4 Ten prompt (note the all-caps word). Comments and critiques are always welcomed, and desired!

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