Hereâs a small unfinished snippet I wrote of Pickles & Lasagnaâs last conversation when the band was captured by Salacia: (Iâm not an expert writer lol forgive me)
Suddenly, he had a thought. He reached into his pocket.
Heh. Fuckers didnât take his phone. Not like itâd be of any use by now, anyways.
His mind raced as he tried to think of who to dial. You know, in those final moments where you give a heartfelt goodbye to someone important to you before you bite the big one. The thought of his fellow band members flashed his mind first. Parents? Siblings? Old flames? Maybe heâd think to call Nathan if he werenât with him.
Finally he picked one. As it rang, he was left with racing thoughts of how his life went. How it got to this point.
Then, a click.
âHello?â
The voice of his teenage daughter, Lasagna. He felt a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach as soon as he heard it.
âHey, kid.â He spoke, throat dry as he tried to sound as casual as possible. âWhatâs uh⊠whatâre ya up to?â
âUh, I dunno.â She responded nonchalantly. âJust kinda playing Minecraft.â
Nobody told her. Good.
âThatâs great, kid.â He smiled, regardless of the fact that he had no idea what a âminecraftâ was. âThatâs real great.â
âWhatâs up with you? Are you okay?â Lasagna questioned, growing suspicious of his tone. Pickles let out a short, dry laugh.
âIâm good. Donât worry about it.â He swallowed before speaking again. âHey, Iâve got some uh⊠stuff to take care of right now, but once Iâm done how about we go hit up the lunch special at Chiliâs? Just me and you.â
The girl paused for a moment to think it over. âI dunno, you always get shit-faced at Chiliâs and make me lose my appetite when you barf everywhere.â
âI wonât this time.â He answered almost immediately. âWhaddya say?â
âOkay. Sure.â
âCool.â He replied. He heard heavy footsteps quickly getting closer to their location. Time was running out.
âGotta go. I um⊠I love you, kid.â
The girl laughed a bit, mistaking the comment as a joke. âLove ya too, dad. See ya.â
Click.













