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
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.”
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
“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.
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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.”