It's a Double Date Weekend
There comes a time in every writer's life.....I'm sorry, I overstated that. Let me try again....I was doing a free write the other day and this what happened. It was sort of an accident.
One of the reading challenges of this story is that it has no dialogue tags. I hate dialogue tags anyway and didn't feel like adding them. So pay attention and you should be fine. For the most part, there are only two people talking to each other at any one point. The other challenge is the dialect. You'll work that out too, I'm sure.
This is just a bit of silly humor to help you get through the week.
It's a Double Date Weekend
“Hi Abner. Got plans fer the weekend?”
“I shore do, Festus. I got me a date on Friday night.”
“Who ya takin’ out on a date?”
“That new girl down at the Sonic, her name's Patty. She brung my food out to me Monday night an’ we had a real nice talk.”
“If she was workin’, How long could that talk have been? Thirty seconds?”
“Long ‘nuff to get a date.”
“Where ya takin’ her?”
“I dunno. thought maybe I’d take her out fer a burger.”
“A burger? There’s only one place in town you can git a burger, Abner, an’ she works there. Ya can’t take a girl to the Sonic if she works there.”
“Well what do you suggest I do fer my date? There ain’t many choices in this one horse town.”
“Why don’t you make her up a home cooked meal.”
“You know what I’m talkin’ about. Ya put a pot on top of yer stove an’ put stuff in it then turn the heat on it. I know you got a stove, cause I seen it before.”
“Yeah, well, I ain’t much good at cookin’.”
“How do you know? You never tried it.”
“Tell me bout it then. What’d you make? A bowl o' cereal?”
“I made me a pot roast with taters and carrots.”
“I think you was dreamin’ bout that pot roast, Abner.
“Tell you what, Festus. You git you a date fer Friday night an’ I’ll make that pot roast fer all of us.”
“Well, if you is gonna wait fer me to get a date, then you might want to change that from Friday night to never.”
“I’ll see if Patty’s got a friend from work she can bring fer your date.”
“Werks fer me if it werks fer her.”
“What’r you doin’ on Thursday night?”
“Meet me out at the highway at 9pm, an’ bring a shovel.”
“Sounds like we is goin’ possum huntin’.” Festus rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
“We is. Its the secret ingredient fer my pot roast.”
“What’s that beepin’ sound, Abner?”
“It’s my cell phone. Looks like Patty’s callin’ me.”
“Hello?….yeah this is Abner….Well hi Patty…..You wanna know what?….What we is doin’ on our date Friday?……I’m makin’ post roast….You wanna go out on Thursday night too?….. Possum huntin’…..You got a friend that can be Festus’s date?….Bring her along too…..An’ bring a shovel and a five gallon bucket……..9pm out at the highway…..Bye.”
“High five Festus. This is gonna be a possum-huntin’-pot roast-eatin’-double-double-date-weekend.”