Writing Journal Y4 Day 210: Improv Prompt – Keyhole, emotion: upset, crying, angry, open treasure chest

Another Writing Journal, another bit from one of my Improv meetings.  This one, My brain just wanted to do dialogue, so that’s what I did.

Prompt: Keyhole, emotion: upset, crying, angry, open treasure chest

“What is your problem?”

“My problem? MY Problem?”

“That was the question, yes.”

“How dare you!”

“I am not the one stomping through the jungle like a toddler who didn’t get their ice cream.”

“I can’t believe you would bring up ice cream at a time like this.”

“Are you going to answer the question or not.  Why are you stopping?  We have miles to go!”

“I’m stopping because you are a… a… git!”

“This is about the key.”

“Yes, Sherlock.  This is about the key.  The key that would open the lock on the ancient gate separating us from the greatest treasure ever known to humankind!”


“Allegedly?  Are you saying my research is flawed?”

“No.  Your conclusions, perhaps.”

“I take it back.  You’re not a git.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re a burk.”

“Here, now!”

“You forgot the key!  We walked for miles and miles, trekking through the jungle.  We avoided the rebel forces and the indigenous tribes.  We crossed that river twice as wide as it was supposed to be this time of year.  And all for what?”

“Here we go.”

“Nothing.  Because you forgot the key.”

“I didn’t forget the key!  It’s a cursed key!  By it’s very nature, it is always trying to escape, remember?”

“And it was your job to keep it on your person at all times.  Remember?”

“You are never going to let me forget this, are you?”

“We -saw- the treasure chest!  Bathed in the late afternoon light coming through the shafts in the ceiling.  So close and yet we couldn’t reach it, touch it, open it.”

“Because I lost the key, yes.”

“Forgot the key!”

“Lost it!”

“And now we have to make our way all the way back to the city and hope, HOPE!, it’s still in the hotel room.”

“It will be there.”

“And if it’s not?  Then what?”

“We bring equipment.  Bolt cutters.  A lock pick kit.”

“For a magical lock?”

“I am still unconvinced the lock is magical.”

“Yet you are willing to say the key is cursed?!”

“Bugger off.”

“Stupid burk.”

“Do you hear a vehicle?”

“Could be the rebels.  If they see us, we’re buggered for sure.  They’ll kidnap us and try to ransom us off to the highest bidder.”

“Well, thank you captain obvious for that wonderful recap of our impending doom.”

“You’re going to blame me for everything, aren’t you?”

“Is there someone else here I can blame?”