vlad & wanda #6

vlad & wanda #6

A Chapter by keith
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'somebody done blowed it up!'

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vlad & wanda




'where are we going?'

'i know where the old Y-M-C-A is. i'm sure there is a room over there. not like there is anyone left to rent a room. and wanda, there is a pool and sauna!'

'WHAT? a pool and sauna?'

'and showers. maybe a soda or candy machine or two. come on let's get out of here before the next round of bombing!'

'but won't we s

till be in great danger?'

'nah, nobody in their right mind would mess with the 
Y-M-C-A !! nobody!'

'what am i gonna do with you mr jones?'

'well ... '

'OOOOOOH you dirty old man! HA! never, never, never! you ... you ... you ..............'

'i know, just trying to lighten the mood. not like it's an everyday thing, a war, a pool, a sauna, showers, snacks .... and best of all, 
Y-M-C-A !!!!!!

'soooooo which one of the villagers are you mr jones? cowboy? cop? ... huh? 
and why are you wearing cowboy boots?'

'just an old rogue russian soldier trying to stay alive. tomorrow we go to my place, it is not too far and very, very safe! 
i have food, clean linens, food ... and my kat!' 
LET"S GET OUR MOVE ON!'

'whatever you say ... pilgrim! HA!'

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vlad & wanda ... again


i'm tired, i'm hungry, i'm pregnant

i know i know

don't get snappy with me hon!
i got hormones ... RAGING HORMONES!

whoa sista slow your roll lady
don't be dragging on me cause you be prego ... be kool wanda dear be kool
it's not much further, just down the road some then over to the park

buuuuuuttttttt i'm hungry ... hungry now!

geez louise put a sock in it ... dear

what did i ever see in you?

really? ... really? .......................... really?

oh get down off your high tank and help me ... please!

just around this next corner ... there just a head, see it?

where vlad?

over there across from the park, beyond the treeeeeeeeeeee
wtf? oh crap it done got blowed up!
BLOWED UP!
SOMEBODY DONE BLOWED UP THE YMCA !!! WHATTHE ....... ?

what now dear?
not reminding ya, buuuuuuutt!
i'm tired
i'm hungry
i'm preeeee

ok ok ok ... don't have a kow man! HA!

enough with the jokes funny guy ... now what?
huh? now what?

there's always motel 6 !
cost a little more but it has all the basics ...

a bathtub?

yes

a good & clean bed?

of course

cable?

we will see

com'on vlad ... cut loose treat a lady

ssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
quiet DON'T move

what? why? i'm gonna

NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
LANDMINE !!!

goddamn this police action ... this nazi hunt
litt;e short b*****d ... fukin neopolian complex
ride around on a horse no shirt indeed ... just vulgar

ooooohhhhhhhh wanda?

yes vlad

landmine  ... remember?

oh krap what now?

hell if i know, i'm not rwiting this krap
it's that huckleberry keith
ya know? that single penciled pusher that fancies himself as an artist, a poet ... a writer!

oh s**t here he comes!


HEY! YOU! YEA YOU!
VLAD! WANDA!
STOP OR I WILL DRAW MY ERASER & WHITEOUT!
JUST TRY ME EH? ...  JUST TRY ME!


and so we find our actors, vlad & wanda standing as would common popsicles
STIFF & UNWAVERING!

the price of plywood has gone skyward making any reconstruction efforts to quick fix the former YMCA, falls short of the lowest expectations

vlad knows his way around the shop
he comprendes tools, maquinas
he has skills


and wanda?
she's tired
she's hungry
she's prego











© 2024 keith


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