writing

Potpie for Dinner

From my old journal. Enjoy… [BRADLEY] “Jerry?“ [JERRY] ”Yeah, Bradley?“ [BRADLEY] ”Where are we?“ [JERRY] ”I ain’t quite sure, but I can smell that fruit gettin’ close, and I ain’t stoppin’ till I find it!“ [BRADLEY] ”Shouldn’t we be getting back to the pad?“ [JERRY] ”Goddammit, Bradley! You wanna be eatin’ mold your whole damned life?“ [BRADLEY] ”But I can’t see a thing, Jerry. I’m scared!“ [JERRY] ”Well, me neither, but Jes’ stay close, and you’ll be fine!