WeWriWa 1o.24.21

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Continuing on where we left off last week, Deputy Miller is in the shop questioning Dennis about where his brother is. The first line is Deputy Miller.

"So you’re not worried?" “No, I’ll let you know when he turns up.” I said. Deputy Miller shook his head and started to walk out. “By the way was the woman that reported, a Donna Singleton?” This time it was Miller’s turn to nod. “Derrick probably got sick of her, she’s a dope fiend, probably just looking for more money from my brother to feed her habit that’s why she’s concerned. Tell your buddy to check on her, I’m sure you’ll find all kinds of things to get her on.” “Thanks for the info,” Miller said, “I’ll pass it on.” I nodded and grinned, “You sure you don’t want that bigger engine?” Miller laughed and waved it off before walking out.

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WeWriWa 1o.17.21

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

Last week Deputy Miller came into the shop to ask the whereabouts of Dennis' brother. Continuing on where we left off, Dennis' last line was that he and his brother were engine people, not cell phone people...

“Fair enough.” Miller replied, “He didn’t mention any specific place? The lady that filed was really concerned.”

“He might have mentioned going to Vegas to try to win big, that was three weeks ago.”

“You’re not concerned that he didn’t return?”

“No, he does this shit all the time; my guess is he met someone in Vegas and took off somewhere with them, decided not to come back, maybe someone to pay his way."

Miller looked at me. 

“Its not like he sends me fucking postcards.” I paused, “I don’t know if you know, but Derrick and I don’t really have a good relationship. Honestly, the shop is a lot quieter without him, might be double the work for me but at least I don’t have to argue with him all day.”

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WeWriWa 1o.1o.21

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

So, I guess last week my link wasn't working. I didn't know until Teresa Cypher let me know. So, here's the link to last week. I'm going to continue on with my untitled serial killer project. All you really need to know from last week is that Dennis was working in his auto shop and Deputy Miller from Lancaster PD shows up. There's some exposition about Deputy Miller that I'm skipping. 

“Need a part for your cruiser?” I asked, “Maybe a bigger engine to really fly down the five?” Miller chewed his gum and smiled, walking over to me by the counter, he was in his late fifties, tall and slim, an easy 6’3” if not more; probably was once a basketball star of his high school. “I was talking to my buddy up in Bakers, said a woman filed a missing persons report for a one Derrick Hancock from Lancaster. Where’s your brother?” “I don’t know,” I replied, “Derrick likes to take off. Never tells me where he’s going, just leaves me here to run this place, reappears when he feels like it.” “Why not call him?” Miller asked. “Because we’re not cell phone people, we’re engine people.”

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WeWriWa 1o.o3.21

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

This week, we will continue on from last week with my serial killer WIP in the pov of Dennis. Creative punctuation used to make it fit.

Around fifty more yards, the broken, abandon cars came into view, stretched out into three rows. The rundown warehouse that served as a garage sat behind the cars. The dull blue paint peeling revealing splotches of shit brown underneath. The lot wasn’t much, but we made a decent living from it. And it was ours, we didn’t have to report to work for someone else. Antelope Valley needed one anyways, since the closest was Bakersfield. The locals took what they could get.   I drifted into my usual spot on the side of the building, coming to a halt, just like they do in the movies; I waited for the dust to settle before setting out to open shop. About midday, there was a flood of customers needing spare parts from the yard, that forced me from fixing cars to pointing them in the right direction to find the part they were looking for. As I charged a man that worked for another repair service in town for a windshield, Lancaster PD walked through the door in the form of Deputy Miller.

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