Wednesday lunchtime, an aggressive American woman inserted herself between my desktop screen and me and harangued me about some virus, exhorting me not to turn off my computer but phone a toll-free number to have it all put right. I didn’t, of course and, long story short took my laptop to Currys where an efficient and friendly woman put it all right, while telling me that phoning that number would’ve resulted in my bank account being emptied. I did ask Terrie to be prepared to post prompt words, but that having been unnecessary, and then me having woken later than usual so not posting this as soon as intended, I think the above could stand instead as words for next week.
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Thresholds new [29]
ReplyDeleteAt my brief summary, the twins - Acker and Gulch - fractionally closed ranks, and Raven clearly had no intention of rescuing me, nor asking them for further enlightenment. Then Gulch – his grey-eyed smile a one-off lover’s pillow-slow apology for having overslept (along with the regrettably all-too familiar, momentary panic of ‘who the hell are you?’ said, ‘Your eyes match mine, as they do your name, but the fieriness of your hair is that of Egesa’s temper, which I do not have –‘
‘But,’ Acker interrupted, detaching himself from Gulch, ‘I certainly do. Along with a dislike of feisty women.’
Thresholds is getting exciting .
DeleteWay back in April Acker and Gulch were introduced as 'cousins' of Raven and he didn't seem too impressed at bumping into them.
Not only have we now found out the lady's name, it also turns out these 'cousins' are related to her. Does this mean our pair of intrepid travellers have more in common than they thought ?
Sorry Terrie, it more means I have literally lost the plot along with any ability to maintain continuation. That said, the relative in common is Egesa, so perhaps I can magic up some wriggle room!
DeleteOh What a Knight!
ReplyDelete'You've overslept,' said the wizard. 'There's a dragon to be slain.'
The knight rubbed his eyes. 'What time is it?'
'Almost midday.' The wizard glanced nervously at the sundial. 'By now you should have rescued the sleeping Princess.'
'Remind me how long she's been under that spell?' said the knight.
'One hundred years,' said the wizard. ‘Some bad fairy hoodoo.’
The knight yawned. 'I may give it a miss. I have a dreadful headache from all those magic mushrooms I quaffed. But don’t panic, another day won't make much difference to the situation.'
Truly loved this, David - such sweet telling of the situation
DeleteI have a feeling this is much more the type of scenario most fairy stories actually start with. Cleverly done, David.
DeleteThe Secret Armadillo Soldier (SAS) Diaries - entry 279
ReplyDeleteThe earthy scent of the unseen soldier ahead filtered towards Sarg as she jogged quietly through the dim-dark of the tunnel.
She stopped.
The steady draw and blow of his breathing whispered after his scent. She heard it change as he detected her.
‘No need t’ panic soldier, it’s me; Sarg. Im just checking all’s ok.’
The soldier’s head appeared from his shallow scrape of concealment. He looked exhausted. ‘Dang Sarg, I wuz ‘oping it wuz me replacement. The beggar musta overslept cos they shudda bin here ages ago.’
Sarg heard the echo of panic in his bravado.
As ever, your words tingle all the senses while pushing the tale along.
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