Haibun Thinking: Week 2 — Change In Command

Haibun Thinking:

The prompt I chose:

 Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm
Robert Burns

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She had witnessed the way some of the old town gentlemen celebrated their nights. Not a woman in sight except for those that prepared the feast on which these pigs stuffed themselves. Relegated to the role of waitress was not her style. Beckoning at their every call sent her brows up like two woolly worms getting ready to fight. And on top of that she had to clean up their filthy mess. She thought her future would consist of a lovely husband some rug rats to keep things interesting. Every night she dreamed of them in their graves.

jealously she had

 an old girl should have some  fun

not in this boy’s club

But she dreamed, and with the other ladies left at home, made a plan. Nothing drastic. Nobody would get hurt. The beer will still flow and the fiddle play. Roles would just be reversed. These decrepit drunks would soon be asleep.

when these old men wake

this village of Alloway

belongs to the girls

He’s Behind You — Episode 21

This post is in response to Kerrie Salsac’s Chain Writing Game.

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Exiting the elevator Horatio came face to face with Kelly and Ben.”Put the gun down Kelly and you and your boyfriend will not get hurt. You may have killed a few of my BUI creatures but I am manufacturing many more even as we speak.”

Just then his cell phone began to vibrate. “Yes Boss I have them now and they will be eliminated in a few minutes.”

Ben, still lying on the floor took the tie he had been knotting for his own wounds looped it around Horatio’s gun hand and pulled. Horatio slid to the floor.

Speakeasy #146–My New Master

The rules for Speakeasy are found here.

I was introduced to my new master yesterday. His name is Angus. A real beefy hunk of a man. He has come to live with my mistress Bertha. And Bertha herself is no small fry. She needed someone to take care of her after her first husband left her. After that I was her best friend but she required some human companionship which I understand. But being her best friend never gave me the luxury of staying in the big house and sleeping with her at night. It was off to the dog house for me until the next morning.

I was understandably nervous on meeting him for the first time. He told me how he understood how I felt about being in a dog house at night instead of being allowed to be in my mistresses home where it was quite a bit more comfortable and I had room to roam around. He said he is sometimes in the dog house too. I don’t know exactly what he meant. I have learned a few human words. I know what “stay and sit” mean. I have taught my mistress when I have to use the bathroom. She’s getting better with this but the first few times resulted in “accidents” as she calls them. Hey, you got to go you got to go.

At dinner yesterday I set back where I could see them but still not be a pest. As dinner ended, he actually fed me table scraps, something my mistress would never allow. I liked him already. He promised to take me hunting with him the next day as pheasant season had just started and he needed a good pointer. I’m not a pointer I told him but he said not to worry that skill would not be needed.

We left home early the next morning. He was dressed in his hunting gear and a carrying a 12 gauge shotgun. We got out of his rusty old pickup and headed into this cornfield to hunt for our game. But we walked the whole length of the row without flushing any birds at all. He had me sit at the end of the last row and wait for him while be went back to the truck to get some more snacks. It was pretty cold but my heavy coat protected me quite well. the minutes turned into hours and I was getting worried.

I sat there and waited, but he never came back.

He’s Behind You — Episode 11

Chain Writing game

Kelly, looking at Ben in disbelief, said “How do I know Tony? Everybody in this project reports to Tony.”

“What project,” Ben asked.

“Those accounts you have been working on are very important to our mission.”

Ben, realizing the girl of his dreams wasn’t quite the ordinary type of office mate that he thought, was mentally calculating the number of steps he would have to take to reach the stairwell. Just as he started to make a break for it he heard Tony’s voice commanding him to stop.

“I think his value to us is just about up don’t you think Kelly.”

Kerrie Ann Salsac’s Chain Writing Game continues in week 5. The game where each participant adds a piece of the story.

He’s Behind You — Episode 4

Kerrie Ann Salsac’s Chain Writing Game continues in week 5. You can see all the rules there too.

With a sudden jolt the elevator came back to life and continued its downward decent.

Ben, realizing this might be his last chance to make an impression on Kelly, moved closer and started to caress her face. As they embraced they could hear the dings that indicated they were moving slowly towards the lobby.

Finally the elevator came to a sudden stop and they realized they were at the lobby level. One last passionate kiss and the door opened.

The lobby was empty. Except for one sinister looking creature coming towards them.

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Five Sentence Fiction — Sparks

Lillie McFerrin Writes, the home of Five Sentence Fiction challenges this week with the word “Sparks”.

He is my entry.

engine fire

They were flying to Florida to sign the final agreements on their ideal retirement home. On their first visit months ago they were ready to sign the purchase agreement when at the last-minute they backed out, planning to look at some more homes. They did and decided their first choice was still the best so now the moving van was packed, they had said farewell to friends and family, and now they were taxing down the runway to their final destination in life, their great home in Florida. He always requested a window seat so he could see what was happening outside their window. This time when he looked out the window of the plane he saw large fiery particles thrown off the engine in a great ball of fire.

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