Occasionally, my wife will say things that spark an idea for a story in my head. She tells me about weird dreams, makes a remark about someone she knows, everyday things like that. She usually doesn’t give me ideas while I’m writing. Well, tonight I was sitting at my computer typing and she came in the room and said, “what’cha doing?” to which I replied, “writing.” I’m working on a new idea, well actually its an old idea that I’m revisiting from a new perspective. I needed a break from the other things I’m working on and these new ideas came to me, so I thought I’d explore them.
Then, she said, “I’m psychic. I know what you just typed.” I always joke with her that I’m psychic and then guess what she’s thinking. Occasionally, more often than you’d think, I’m right. It freaks her out a little when I correctly guess the number she’s thinking 4 or 5 times in a row. Truth is, after 13 years together, I just know her well enough to guess what she is thinking most of the time. It’s just a little game we play sometimes to pass the time.
Anyway, I took the bait and said, “oh yeah? What did I just type?”
“Is it something scary?”
“Oh, well I know what you’re going to type next then.”
“Then, the bat put its wing around his mouth and its teeth into his neck and said, ‘give me your bacon!'”
I almost died laughing.