Here we’re again for another round of Friday Fictioneers! I hope you will enjoy reading my story. Let the fiction madness begin! Let me also mention that I’m open to constructive criticism.
“Can you believe this twat? He goes around saying life is predetermined.”
Baldwin was talking loud and vulgar, and constantly banging the table. His friends had no idea he’d go that far.
“Stop with that nonsense, will ya?” – The old chap was appalled by Baldwin’s behavior. Rumor had it, the old chap once composed a symphony so powerful that he created havoc with it.
“You got problem, you old fellah? Aren’t you a mere dancer to the music of the mysterious?” Baldwin yelled.
“I’m sorry mom.” – The old chap mumbled and continued – “so you really wanna know?”
Baldwin proudly collected dollar bills under the table. They thought they’re in for juicy details.