More writing

Not sure what to title this. It's basically an idea I had that came from a conglomeration of several other ideas. We'll see where it goes.

Moonlight Rendezvous

The gentle pulse of nighttime traffic swirled about the off blue stones of the ruin the park was built around. There was a clatter as three figures swung themselves over the low chainlink fence by the playground. A third figure leaned over at them, speaking in a loud whisper.

"Oh my God you fucking faggots," he said, enunciating every other syllable, "quit pussying around and go already."

"You realize you're talking to girls, right?" one figure said, "Using 'pussy' as a pejorative doesn't make much sense."

"Your daddy's gonna get mad at you for talking like that, Carmichael," a second girl said, "Once he gets out of prison for selling meth."

"Go fuck yourself."

"Guys, guys, calm down," the third girl said, "this is stupid, let's just go already."

Carmichael was a high school sophomore, a year older than the three girls in the playground. He didn't really look it - he was slight and pale, with light hair and sunken eyes. Nobody said what his father was in prison for, but everybody knew. The girls started towards the ruins.

"This is stupid you guys," Sue said. She had short brown hair which stuck out of a beanie she wore even though she'd long ago given up on impressing the skaterboys. Her father, who is looking for a new buddy now that Carmichael's dad is in the slammer, named her after a Johnny Cash song. He thought it was funny as hell. "Why are we doing this for him, so we can hang out with his dumbass painthuffer friends?"

"We're doing this because I've been wanting to do this for ages," Henrietta said. She had long, straight black hair set in what she insisted be called a "Hime cut." Her family has been living comfortably since the 18th century, and she had an original Monet in her bedroom, next to a vintage Daicon IV poster. "Carmichael's little dare just reminded me of it."

"And why are the two of us here, then?" Rebecca asked, grinning. Her kinky hair was pulled back by a lime green hairband. She is the fourth of nine children. Her father is the city's mayor, and he's trying to get a reality show set up around that fact.

"Because it needs three people," Henrietta said, "and because you are my loyal minions."

Sue stood in the sandy playground as the others continued forward, excited despite themselves, hopping down the concrete ledge at the end of the playground and running across the grass expanse that separated the rest of the park from the ruins. She watched them slowly shrink as they neared the handful of crumbling masonry columns, few much taller than the girls themselves, and go under the arched doorway, an artfully shaped arc that was all that suggested the scattered stones were anything other than the remains of a burnt-down factory. Sue walked slowly, past the one stone that was an arm's length from the playground. It was far from the rest of the ruins, but clearly belonged with them. How big had this structure been? What was it, anyways? Lawnmower marks circled around the stone, breaking the even rows of the rest of the field like ripples in water. The full moon hung big and low in the sky. Incredibly big. Sue stretched her hand out, fingers spread, and found she couldn't quite cover all of it. They said atmospheric distortions abounded about the ruins. No one had ever bothered studying it. She could see her friends waiting by the arch, dwarfed by the scattered stones. Strange, it was always curiously hard to count them. Her arm fell.

"This is kid shit." she said to the sky.

"Hurry up!" she heard Rebecca shout. She broke into a run.

Uff, the tenses are all mixed up. Teacher said I shouldn't worry about that too much. We will write more tomorrow.