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WD Writing Prompt: The Duality of Humankind

The Prompt: “There are two kinds of people in this world,” my companion slurred, pausing to take another artless swig. “Those who ______ and those who _______.”

Continue the story in 500 words or fewer.


 

“There are two kinds of people in this world,” my companion slurred, pausing to take another artless swig. “Those who know and those who don’t know.” He held up his glass.

“What,” I began, “in the world are you talking about?”

“Those who know,” he repeated, holding up a hand, palm up, “and those who don’t know,” he held up the other hand. “Two kinds of people,” then he held up four fingers.

“I see. Like I know you’re drunk and you don’t know your drunk, right?”

As my companion laughed at this, his drink sloshed around in his hand spilling a little on the bar. “I believe you are highly mistaken,” slurring his words once again.

“And I believe you’ve had too much to drink.” I took the glass from his hand. “No more Mojito for you.”

“Actually,” the bartender cut in, “it’s a Nojito. You know … non-alcoholic.” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Impossible,” I said as I stood up.

My vision blurred.

I felt light-headed.

I felt weak.

Then, I blacked out.

When I awoke, I was lying down on a sofa. I had a cool, damp rag on my forehead and a throbbing headache. “What happened?” I asked, not knowing if anyone else was in the room with me.

“You passed out in the bar,” someone said, “I brought you to your room, and now you’re dealing with a hangover.” It was my traveling companion. He set a cup of black coffee and some aspirin on the table beside me. “Your agent said to keep an eye on you,” he chuckled. “She knew you would celebrate and drink too much, more than you would realize. She knows you better than you know yourself.”

True, I thought. “Celebrating what?” I couldn’t remember.

“Your book, The Duality of Humankind, hit the bestsellers list, remember? Wow, you did have too much to drink, didn’t you.”

“So, I was the one drinking and you weren’t, right?” My head was still a bit fuzzy.

“Exactly,” he said. “Everyone knew you had too much to drink. But you didn’t know.” We both laughed. “You were right after all.”

“About what?” I sat up.

“Those who know and those who don’t know. Two kinds of people in the world.” He held up two fingers this time.

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