{"id":20880,"date":"2024-12-07T07:13:20","date_gmt":"2024-12-07T12:13:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/?p=20880"},"modified":"2024-12-07T07:13:20","modified_gmt":"2024-12-07T12:13:20","slug":"friends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/flash-fiction\/friends\/","title":{"rendered":"Friends"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Two at the powerhouse, dukes up. We\u2019re lapping up what lives we\u2019ve wove twenty years in the future.<\/p>\n<p>Acquired the boxer\u2019s dose somewhere in the late huns and to this day still. Out for a drink after one bloodied the other and in come the bar dame with a sawed-off smile. You, on the other side, shouted Rodney\u2019s punched up liver.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Jake, I must say.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Don\u2019t.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014I must say.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Don\u2019t.<\/p>\n<p>He shifted a ring in his pocket.<\/p>\n<p>The two were no stranger and the pourer weren\u2019t unaware of their stagger, but the box could argue it. Jake slugged Rodney\u2019s shoulder with vigor though he held his beer, a sort of Irish decoction, level, unperturbed.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014How\u2019s him, over that such and such?<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Aye, if by such you\u2019re meanin the murmur.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Aye then.<\/p>\n<p>They sipped and watched as she poured. The ritual of sip, and the last of the dusk shown what dust on the tab through the blinds on the east side of The Dame\u2019s Reflect, an oppy old drear our pals nightlied in since the reign.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Story colon, bespat Jake at our hero, listening?<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Course.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Was at the regular shitchu not. Think I isn\u2019t.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Nah.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Nah ain\u2019t wrong. Listen this ain&#8217;t some whimsy to set the record. The Old Coast, one the mad dog snuck in once, member that. <em>Moi et toi<\/em>, high school and the girls, the girls, member them, leaders of cheer. Anyway, saw a ghost, webs and the Chill of the Soul of the Sea or some such poem. Ever see one?<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Can\u2019t say.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Course you didn\u2019t, know why here\u2019s why. Weren\u2019t any till now.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Ghost at The Old Coast. The Old Coast Ghost.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Picture this: out for a skip, been skippin duskly keeps the blood rivering, needed to clear the head again after another night if you know you know. Till I see a blinking sort of fire flicking in one of the dead gas lights, know those old lights no one uses, them. Look up and there he is.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Okay.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Mr. Claud Poplar.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Think you saw Claud\u2019s ghost at the Old? Hmm.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Did saw him. Smoking a ghost-cigar. Old coot \u2018cummbed.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014So Mr. Poplar\u2019s joined the fray. How long you?<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Since that spiced rain turned acid, a day in May, yourself?<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Can\u2019t say. Tried. Couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Acquired the boxer\u2019s dose somewhere in the late huns and to this day still. Out for a drink after one bloodied the other and in come the bar dame with a sawed-off smile. You, on the other side, shouted Rodney\u2019s punched up liver.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":182,"featured_media":21368,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3530],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20880","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-flash-fiction","writer-darby-larson"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20880","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/182"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20880"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20880\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21369,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20880\/revisions\/21369"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21368"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20880"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20880"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20880"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}