Finishing the second week of Killamazoo, some readers have met Maude and Vivi of the Killamazoo Derby Darlings.
Here’s a recap of the week…
Chapter Two
Maude Cradles shoved her cleaning cart from the elevator, dropping ashes from her cigarette then sweeping them into a crack.
"They need you up front," Vivi said, rolling up, "Some Yooper took a dive. You got blood and slobber with your name on it."
"What's broken on you?"
"I got laundry, remember?" Then Vivi pranced her scrawny little ass onto the elevator. "See you at the Snake Drill."
Vivi Smyte thought whomever came up with 'zig when you should have zagged' must have played in a roller derby. And most likely, they played on a team with Maude. Arm's length, always enough space for two Vivi's to weave in and out of the line, but not for Maude. She never weaved without slamming the women on both sides of her. "Watch it, Witch. Give me room," she’d say, like it was someone else’s fault she had the finesse of a bulldozer.
What’s worse, inevitably, Vivi would drive her home, because she’d break something in a fight. Ridiculous, since Snake Drills were with her own team.
This night was no different. "Another rib, Maude? Maybe you need one of those Kevlar vests, like swat teams wear."
"I ain’t gotta be bullet-proof to stop bimbo elbows. You giving me a ride or what?” Maude tossed her keys in the air. Vivi let them hit the floor. “Stop at Metro. I need a beer."
"Alright, Maude, but I'm warning you, this time, keep your hands to your self, or I take your bike and you walk home."
"Look at you, you gotta go to the hospital this time." Vivi held the stool, while Maude climbed up and ordered two Bad Frogs.
Before Vivi could sit, a red-headed gorilla of a woman came out of a dark corner. "Suck my left nipple," she said, "If it ain't the Killamazoo Derby Darlings."
"C'mon, Tess, why can't you stay in Detroit?" Vivi said. "Maude's hurt, last thing we need is trouble with you Devil Dolls."
"Aw, my heart goes out to you." On the last syllable, Tess jerked at the leg of Maude's barstool, knocking her to the floor.
From the floor, Maude heard Tess scream, then saw Vivi, her teeth sunk into Tess’ throat vampire style. Vivi raised her head and grinned with blood dripping from her mouth.
Tess clamped monster hands around Vivi’s throat. Maude slapped her face with the barstool, then collapsed on top of it.
"No napping," Vivi said, "Let's get the hell out of here."
Before they reached Maude's Harley, Tess barreled out of the door, sliding to a stop, four-feet away from Maude and Vivi. "You ain't going nowhere, you freaking sluts."
With Maude slumped over the handle bars, Vivi stomped the starter behind her, then hit the gas, pushing the bike down the sidewalk and knocking Tess over a bout official onto a parked car.
When the Harley bounced to the street, Maude raised up. "What the..."
A white-haired man with a sack on his back stepped in front of them.
"Shit." Vivi jerked the handlebar, fish-tailing the bike, but missing the pedestrian. "That was that freak, Burrows."
"No shit? I thought it was Santa Claus."
Ready to join the fun? As before, send me messages or leave comments through Twitter or Facebook. Tell me what you’d like to see our characters do next, where you want them to go, and what you want them to do. Together, we’ll have one hell of an adventure, and when it’s all over, I’ll publish the novelette on Amazon and give everyone who helped a complimentary copy.
Here’s the plot we’re working with this time…
The year is 1987. A man wakes up in a hotel. He has no idea who or where he is. He soon learns he’s at the Hotel Elmore in Kalamazoo, Michigan and his name is John Burrows. The woman in his bed is gorgeous, but dead. John’s got a gun in his hand, and someone’s knocking at his door—Oh, and if that’s not wild enough for you, except for his white hair and beard, our hero looks identical to a guy who died ten years earlier, a guy named Elvis Presley.
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