(In response to the September 9th Rookie Mag Creative Writing Prompt: Write something inspired by an overheard conversation)
I just had the best night of my life.
Maybe the worst. Depends who you ask.
Brave? Not me. Not usually.
But last night, I was. Last night, there was a fight, a cake, and a car.
Now I don’t like to bake, so I didn’t know much about the cake.
I was the wheels, and that I could do,
But I just didn’t know what I was getting into.
I stuck my nose in because I felt a fool.
Things went sour pretty fast
After the knife was drawn.
The moon was high and that was key.
But, I am just glad the wolf man showed.
If he hadn’t shown, I would probably be pink mist,
Suffice to say, I did my best.
Rotten luck on the luckiest night of my life.
And no one will ever know
Because who would believe