Write Now Prompt: April 4th 2014
Having a birthday party after the age of 30 was silly, but she’d insisted. And when Tawney insisted on something, it was in the best interest of his libido that he go along with it. He may’ve failed mathematics in school, but he knew the answer to solving the Get Lucky equation was always:
x=(humor her) and y=(grin and bear it).
It was time. He’d done his part, now it was her turn.
They were alone at last… except for the robot. He frowned. It was the only weird-o gift he’d gotten and of-course it would’ve been from her. He wondered what it was supposed to do. It would behoove him to figure that out before she was done primping. The question might come up and pre-empt his bed bouncing plans before they started.
She hadn’t thought to include the instruction manual. Typical. Deceptively heavy for a little thing and curiously warm despite being made of metal. His fingers brushed against the bottom and a blue glow filled the room.
The thing pulsed once and a mechanically cheerful voice spoke.
“Hello and thank you for buying The Writer’s Best Friend.
We believe everyone has a best-selling story residing within them.
It’s our job is to extract them. Are you ready to begin?”
Intriguing to say the least. Oh what the hell? Why not?
“Yes?” he muttered cautiously, casting a wary glance towards the bedroom. Still in the clear.
“The Writer’s Best Friend is about you-writing the story of a lifetime.
We know that the best stories come from the writer’s personal experiences.
We create the experience for you,
with a topic of our choosing and collect it from your brain waves.
Do you consent to session 1?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Just hurry up and get this over so he could get on to the main festivities.
“Session 1. You are on shipwrecked on a deserted island.
You need to escape. Begin.”
What the hell?!
The lights went out.
When he woke, it was to the surf lapping at his feet.