Dead Horse (writing exercise)

A dialogue writing exercise about two characters trying to deal with a dead horse removal. 😉

“Are you serious,” Alex looked down at the massive, rotting animal sandwiched into the ditch between the dirt road and the horse corral.

“Steve told me there’s $200 in it for us if we can get rid of the horse before Vicki wakes up tomorrow,” Nathan’s eyes rose from the dead horse and over to Alex who was still starring intently at Princess Buttercup.

“And how exactly do you suggest we do that?”

Nathan shrugged.

“How did it die?”

“Does it matter?” Nathan stepped under the electrified fence and crouched nearer to the horse.  “We’re not going to be able to lift it,” He concluded.

“No shit,” Alex rolled his eyes.

“Do you have a tow cable or something we could-“

Alex cut him off, “Do I look like someone who would have a tow cable in their car?”

Nathan just nodded, pursing his lips in thought.

“Even if I did, I don’t think my Geo would be able to drag this thing.”

“So what do we do?”

“Hey, you’re the one that volunteered us.”

“We’re not volunteering.  We’re getting $200.”

                They both stood in contemplative silence.

                “What if we cut the horse into little pieces?”

                “With what?”

                “Right, right.”

                “We could . . .” Nathan trailed off.

                “What if we . . .” Alex couldn’t think of a way to complete that thought.

                “Doesn’t Shawn have a Truck.” 

                “Isn’t he in Tampa right now?”

                “Right, right.”

                “Janna’s boyfriend has a Truck.”

                “Ex-boyfriend.”

                “Ooo.”

                “We’ve got to think of something.  We don’t have a whole lot of time.”

                “Yah, sucks to be Vicki,” Alex found himself chuckling and then realized how dark that was and stopped.  “Imagine waking up on Christmas morning to find your horse rotting in the corral.”

                “I don’t care to.  And I don’t want Vicki to either . . .”

                Just as the words escaped his lips the porch light clicked on, bathing them in the glow of an unsettling yellow light.

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