What the how? Why not #SOCS ?

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So Kristen Twardowsky turned me onto John Howell’s post with a link to Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday rules. You must write SOC from the weekly prompt (this week was “how”), and then ping the site back.

Normally I don’t post these kinds of contests, but this time I figured why not, and if you want to you should give it a try. Extra points for ending with “how” as well. Note, writing without punctuation is a style I use. You can structure your entry syntactically anyway you want as long as you write without thinking ahead

How he came to be face down in a funnel shaped hole underneath the walkway was entirely his fault after all he was too busy talking on his cell phone to his goddam mother and not paying attention to me or to traffic or to the sign right in front of us that said “danger construction proceed with caution” or similar such language and yellow stickers and warning signs and red lights and he walked right on past the last cement step past the wooden frame and even when i yelled at him “watch where you’re going for chris sake” he walked straight ahead talking on his cellphone to his mother and tumbled over the safety rope and right into the funnel shaped sinkhole they marked off with ropes and tape not to mention two bruising construction workers dropping their tools to rush to his aid (including rebar onto the toes of the blonde adonis’ steel-tipped boots but you could tell it hurt like hell by the way he limped hurriedly, not like an all out run like his partner did, the partner who might have arrived in time if he was as close as the adonis with the rebar sticking from his boot which is the only reason blood didn’t flow more freely) and you might ask yourself “how come he didn’t put a hand out to stop himself from falling” and the answer if you knew him would be because the idiot didn’t want to drop his expensive iPhone 7 with all the bells and whistles including a hard shell case which was supposed to protect it if a train ran over it but you don’t know how he is because that’s why I’m telling you this story isn’t it?

Anyhow he falls straight in head first down the sinkhole until his head’s wedged into this little neck at the bottom, the little neck collecting the run off water from the morning’s rainstorm and he’s coughing and choking and yelling to me, “well, how’re you gonna get me out of here” and I said “how the hell should I know we’ve been dating seven years and I see your mother twice a week but you still won’t let me introduce you to my folks even though the Supreme Damn Court of the United States gave us permission to marry so if you want out you need to be the one to figure out how.”

Note: writing without punctuation is a style I use. You can structure your entry syntactically anyway you want as long as you write without thinking ahead. (As opposed to SOC literature which you can plan and craft as carefully as you want so long as it reads like a character’s stream of consciousness.)