Mac Eagan is NOT un app roachable

Literati!  Conspicuous by his absinthe has been Mac Eagan.  We expectorated that he was with holding his entry into our Wingnuts contest until the competition had exhausted itself, and he could introduce something clean and refreshing (see video below). Take heart–you still have the opportunity to up him one, as the contest remains open until …

Literati!  Conspicuous by his absinthe has been Mac Eagan.  We expectorated that he was with holding his entry into our Wingnuts contest until the competition had exhausted itself, and he could introduce something clean and refreshing (see video below).

Take heart–you still have the opportunity to up him one, as the contest remains open until June 10th, at which point I will select finalists for a write-off.  Here again are the made-to-be-followed/broken rules: http://www.awordwithyoupress.com/2013/05/04/wing-nuts-our-new-contest/

In the mean time, here is what Mac calls

New Buginnings–OOPS–BEGINNINGS!

by Mac Eagan

 

Don sat across from Mac, set a laptop on the table and pulled out a matchbox.

“What’ll you have, boys?” asked the server.

“A bottle of beer,” answered Don.  “And the cap.”

“Diet Coke.”

Don seemed surprised.

“Designated driver,” Mac said.

The server shrugged and left.

“You say ‘meet me at the bar’ – then don’t drink?”

“I don’t drown memories, Don, just distract myself from them.  Plus, drivers drink free.  Looks like it’s the three of us?”

Don opened the matchbox.  A roach crawled out, then raced to the laptop and vaulted himself onto the keyboard, bouncing all over it.

hey mac hows things

“Decent.  Yourself?”

great

“Waitress,” Don warned.  Archy slipped under the laptop.

Don poured a little beer into the bottlecap as the server retreated.  Archy returned to dancing across the keyboard.

we forgetting or remembering

Don did not see the server return.  He did see a flash of aluminum as she raised her tray above her head.

“Defense!” yelled Don.  Archy jumped for the mouse pad as Don slammed the laptop closed.   The tray bounced off Don’s knuckles as the server disappeared.

The pair were old hats at Defense.  Archy flattened himself into mousepad and Don closed the cover.  Don re-opened the laptop with a smile.

Don’s smile dropped and fearful realization filled his eyes.  Mac looked down, hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

“What now, Don?”

“I … guess I’ll just have to wing it.  I … don’t know.”

17 comments

  1. Parisianne Modert says:

    Beerly, beerly I say unto you Mac, death by Apple is juicy, but not PC. It doth proveth, however, that three diminsions are better than two. Or better put into song as paraphrased from the musical Archy in Paris…sing along if you wish… When server comes and trays cockroach away, o, la, la, la, it’s thrills and shriekras. Cherchez la ailes toujours. Ooh-la-la! He’s bug juice drinka.

    Well, that about caps off my thoughts.

  2. Michael Stang says:

    And here is pure fun. Fun, fun,fun, from the delightful mind of Mac Egan: Subject matter, characters, and intent. I assume the video was provided by you. After I watched it (specially got off on the aqua olympic dance) I uplugged the laptop and visited the bathroom myself (several reasons involved here) and reread the story while doing a little johnny dance of my own. Mac. this is hysterical. Perhaps act 2 before the 10th?

  3. Diane Cresswell says:

    What fun this is to read. Mac you have a very funny side to your writing. I’m still chuckling from the vision of the dead roach. So question…who was Archy writing to or was he passing on – muhahaha – his words of wisdom? Whatever he was doing – this one is off the wall and that’s where roaches hang out….

  4. 1948pdobbs says:

    Mac,
    Humor must be fun for you, because you are doing it so well. As I got near the end, I thought I knew what was going to happen and normally I would be all for squishing him.( I hate those little monsters) but when you name him Archie and give him dialogue, I hated to see the little guy go. Good work.
    Blessings, pd

    • Mac Eagan says:

      Hiya, Peggy!

      Actually, I did not name him Archy. The original author, Don Marquis, my wingman in this story, did. Well, I am sure according to Don that Archy’s parents gave him that name, or perhaps he retained it from his previous tour as a writer.

      If you are not familiar with Don, Archy and the cat, Mehitabel, check this out when you have a chance:

      http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Archy_and_Mehitabel

      Thank you for the comment, Peggy; glad to see you back on the playground.

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