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Prompts
chloroform :: banana split :: stench :: cracker :: shoestring budget
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Sorry, guys! Mine’s not great this week. Those were *tough* keywords… 😀
You can find my effort (‘Battle’) here: http://sjohart.wordpress.com/2013/04/03/wednesday-write-in-33/
Thanks in advance to anyone who has a read – looking forward to seeing what everyone else makes of it.
SJ
I think you have shown imagination in weaving in the prompts and must admit I laughed at
the banana split bit! I like the way you leave the ending hanging. Quite a scary thought. Well done.
😀 Thanks. I guess the effect I was aiming for with the banana split bit (poignancy, perhaps?) wasn’t an unqualified success, then. Thanks for your kind and generous words! 🙂
Oh! Oh, you have me all worried for him and hopeful for him. Poor mite!
Thanks! 🙂 Fingers crossed he’ll be all right…
I think this is a good piece of work. Really descriptive and pacey. And a riveting story – what a predicament to be in.
Thanks! I’m glad you thought so. I was disappointed with it, myself, but I’m glad others have liked it. Thank you. 🙂
The Job
You never knew what you’d find inside. The police had done their bit with the body, now it was his turn.
He took a deep breath and adjusted his face mask, tightened his grip on the handle of the metal box and stepped into the dingy corridor. Immediately there were signs of death and decay. There was no mistaking the smell. He expected that. Neighbours only called when the stench got too much. He stepped over a pile of newspapers and a blackened banana, split open and spilling its slimy innards onto the threadbare carpet. On into the kitchen. Spewing out of carrier bags littering the floor were gnawed packets of cereal and sugar and crackers. He vaguely thought there was a lot of shopping for a pensioner on a shoestring budget. Vermin had had a field day, leaving tiny footprints and droppings as they scurried through their feast.
He found them in a small utility room at the back. A high window had been left open a crack letting air in and the stink out. There had been ten in the litter. The bitch was stiff on her side in the corner and nine little corpses lay strewn around her caked in their own excrement. But one was still moving, barely alive. There was no hope. He gently picked it up and placed it in the box with the chloroform. It wouldn’t suffer.
This was the part of the job he hated.
Oh, this is so sad! The poor little pups. But I really enjoyed it, regardless, because of how well you wrote it. Well done.
I’m also envious of what you did with the banana split. I wish I’d thought of that. 🙂
A good twist on the police procedure, well done.
This is very sad. Your descriptions are excellent. A very well written piece.
Nicely done. I could really picture the the place and its condition from the way you described it. Unfortunately this is probably a scenario familiar to police and related services.
A grim subject but the prompts were expertly woven Elaine. Graphically clear. I always enjoy what you write.
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My first write-in for a while. There just always seems to be something coming up at the moment. Maybe I need to organise my time better.
This was great – topical, relevant, interesting, with a great flow to it and a very accomplished writing style. The prompt wasn’t immediately evident, but then I guess that’s a good thing! You wove it into your work seamlessly, which is something to be congratulated. Great stuff.
Quite a polished piece, in that the topic of current affairs is very well exploited in it. Well done.
Really interesting. You handle a wealth of difficult material in this piece so well.
You paint a worrying picture of a future where history repeats itself and war is inevitable. I like the interview format.
It’s the oil, stupid. A good portrayal of how it happens on our screen. You’ve managed to capture the adversarial approach interviewers adopt when dealing with evasive politicians.
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Hey everybody
real short one this week Counting 100 words.
Your story made me shiver – I’m talking literally! Gah. Is he her boyfriend? Her friend? Some random guy who she barely knows taking an opportunity? Someone unknown to her (though ‘their friends’ being upstairs might discount that)? Powerful and punchy, the way good flash fiction should be. Marvellous. But creepy. 🙂
A very concise, chilling piece. Well done
Scarey. You don’t know whether it’s a rather extreme party joke or for real. I rather think the latter. A short piece and very effective.
Tight piece of writing. Didn’t understand the counting bit, though. Whew! No way to treat a lady.
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Hi, I have managed this week, but please be forgiving. It’s the school holidays and my house is havoc! Look forward to reading.
Dan’s American Cafe had newly opened. It shone out from the corner of the row of shops on the main street. On Saturday afternoons, the queue went round the block.
Steve asked me if I’d like to go there after school one day.
He was 17 and about to sit his Highers. I was tall for my age and two years younger than him.
We went on the Wednesday. I wore lip gloss and spent a wet lunchtime under the shelter of my school bag to ensure the straightness of my hair.
Still in school uniform, we made our way into the shiny happiness of Dan’s. Slippery surfaces in shades of creams and yellows (and a paper-round budget ) inspired us to split a banana split.
I climbed onto the high stool with Steve’s help. He smelled of Imperial Leather and the must of shared cigarettes. I was tongue-tied by his looks: his face was squarer than the boys’ in my year group and his shoulders were broader.
He told me he would be off to university all going well with his exams. I couldn’t believe he was on the verge of leaving home (term time) and here he was with me.
I went to see him in the school play and felt needles of jealousy when he kissed the Lead Girl. I went over to his house once and listened to his LPs before his mum called dinner time. It was time for him to leave for university, and he promised to think of me.
Christmas came, and I wrapped up a packet of cigarettes for him. I planned to take them round to his house, hoping he would think me worldly and dangerous now. But coming home from school I chanced upon him and a group of his friends standing outside Dan’s. I smiled but saw him wince at the sight of my school uniform. I didn’t stop, but the redness of his cheeks embarrassed my thoughts throughout that holiday.
Terms went by and I was ready for college. Performing Arts. My dad told me I’d turned into a ‘cracker….The West End would be lucky!’
One summer’s day I saw Steve at the same spot with the same friends- a guitar had become a part of his luggage. I walked passed and realised I was noticeably taller than him.
This time he called out, ‘Hi. Long time no see.’
‘Yeah. Guess so,’ I said stopping a few feet from him.
‘You got time for a coffee?’ he said nodding towards Dan’s plain old coffee shop.
‘No, sorry,’ I said.’Maybe some other time.’
‘I’m playing a gig at the local, Tuesday. If you fancy that.’
‘I’ll see. Got to get accommodation sorted out for next year. I’m really busy.’
I walked away hoping that he didn’t feel too awkward, but I still allowed myself the hint of a swagger.
I thought this was great – it rings very true. I loved the line where she sees him blush and ‘the redness of his cheeks embarrassed [her] thoughts throughout that holiday’ – a really telling and subtle line. I was almost sad at the end that the relationship didn’t quite work out, but I will admit to feeling ‘yeah! Go, girl!’ at her growth in confidence. I really enjoyed the read, thank you. 🙂
I was hoping for that type of ending where you don’t really dislike any of the characters. Thanks for kind comments.
I enjoyed reading this slice of life piece. I have some empathy with/for (?) the Christmas Steve and sympathy for terms-later Steve. But didn’t she do well.
Thank you. Yes, I can’t help being pleased for her!
Ah, young love – so fickle. It really rings true, all the build-up to the first ‘date’ then the humiliation when he goes off you! Then you realise he wasn’t so great! (That right, girls?) I like the ‘shiny happiness of Dan’s’ and the ‘needles of jealousy’.
Thank you. Glad it rang true.
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Banana Split 582 words, apologies for making no sense at all.
I actually liked it! I like the idea of a shop that you find one day, but can’t ever find again (reminds me of Terry Pratchett), and I loved some of your descriptions, like the waitress being ‘all bust and hairnet’, and the idea of the place needing a ‘generous slobbering’ of paint. It would benefit from a re-read and a slight tidy-up, but I thought it was interesting and I enjoyed it. So, well done! 🙂
Interesting characters and interesting behaviour by the narrator and the rest. A real mystery, one never to be solved. I like that. The story will stick.
An odd ‘out of time’ sort of story. I’m not sure anyone enjoyed their sweets, but felt compelled to go into the uninviting cafe and eat dessert. (I just go to the kitchen cupboard!) I enjoyed reading this.
I liked this. I liked the description of the waitress, too. I wonder why they are all there in this parallel ice- cream parlour? Very interesting. What do they all have in common?
Those prompts were challenging! Here’s my one.
The Nut Cracker
What do you do when your town is on fire? What do you try to save?
With flames roaring around me I weaved my way to the doctor’s surgery. I had to get him out. A blaze was setting seed, grabbing onto the building. The door was locked but I knew he was inside. With a rock through the glass I was in. Smoke crept like a conscious being along the floor.
We’d been expecting an attack and I’d thought this moment through. I knew where he would be. In the darkness illuminated by the flicker of flames starting to take hold, I ran to his room. When I burst in the door I was met by an image which froze me to the spot because of how it thwarted my plan. The soles of the doctor’s feet pointed towards the heavens.
There was an explosion outside that snapped me back to action. I walked over to the body. The doctor had obviously thought this moment through too and decided to save himself. He lay prostrate on the floor like a banana split, a needle sticking out of his arm like paper umbrella.
What could I save? I grabbed the bin in the corner. The glass-fronted cabinets were locked so I smashed more glass and emptied as much as I could into the bin. Then I thought I heard voices calling me to come out. The place was filled with thick acrid smoke. My eyes were streaming. I removed the bin liner from the bin and threw it over my shoulder. Outside of the doctor’s room I couldn’t see anything. I covered my mouth and nose, held my breath and ran straight down what I hoped was the hallway. Glass jars popped and shattered behind me. I ran to where I heard the voices calling me. I tripped over the rock and skidded on the broken glass out the door, coughing and choking.
When I looked around outside there was nobody there. The fuming orange flames punched their way out of each window and reached for the sky. My skin felt like it was going to melt so I moved back away from the heat. I could taste ash on my tongue and the soot in my nose. I spat blackened saliva onto scorched earth. With a loud surge, the flames engulfed the roof. Shortly after it collapsed and the walls fell in on top of each other like dominoes.
The bin-liner had partially melted and I lost some of my stash. I gathered the trail of it and was proud of what I had rescued. I lined it up, removing shards as I went. I had bandages, little glass bottles and a black pen. From these materials I hatched my next plan.
In the days after, what was left of our town gathered in the centre. The putrid stench of death hung around us. There were no men left. The doctor had been the last. The rest died fighting. Men had turned to savages and nothing was safe. I had to protect our town.
In the pile of things that hadn’t been incinerated, I found a pair of pointy high heels. I thought of the photos I had seen of the glamorous ladies during the Second World War. On a shoestring budget, they sacrificed the warmth of nylons and drew a black kohl line up the back of their leg to look like a stocking seam. I did the same with my black pen. I stuffed my bra with bandages and headed for the port, the only way into our town. This is the place where decades ago, before all the fighting, a sailor would be welcomed upon his arrival by the sight of an ample bosom.
I waited a long time before I saw the first ripple of a boat. When he disembarked he leered at me and I smiled encouragingly.
“You’re a bit of a cracker aren’t you?”
“Oh I sure am. “ I said seductively.
He leaned towards me and that’s when with my pointy toe I delivered the swift kick to his manhood, his weak spot. When he buckled forward, gagging on the pain I was able to reach and cover his mouth with my chloroform steeped bandage, holding until he dropped.
From there I rolled him off the edge into the sea. There was a certain satisfaction gleaned from the splash he made when he hit the water.
There’s many a solitary male roaming these seas in search of refuge, fleeing destruction. They are always alone. Men no longer trust each other. Evolution has caused it to be too dangerous, too much of a risk to survival.
There’s many a lonesome boatman I have rolled back into these seas. I have kept this town safe for now but what do you do when the chloroform starts to run out?
Excellent! Really atmospheric and exciting. I think you should get extra points for using the word ‘manhood’, too. By the end I was starting to wonder if the world really was as bad as your character imagined, or was she just a touch irrational… Great work this week. Well done!
P.S. I’ve just realised the title is ‘Nut Cracker’ – apt. And very clever. 🙂
What an unexpected ending! I like the title, too. The descriptions of the flames punching their way out is great. Well done.
Apocalyptic! Your descriptions are amazing. Up to ‘the rest died fighting’ it could have been any war zone. But then it became a bleak futuristic place where the population will die out, unless she decides to save a few boatmen to act as studs! Great.
I had fun with this one! 🙂 http://www.writteninhaste.com/2013/04/03/wednesday-write-in-33/
I loved this. Anyone who’s ever had a sibling will testify to the ‘realness’ of this piece! Touching, amusing, believable, interesting, well-written, with a great flow and a lovely sense of humour, this story was fantastic. Congratulations on a great bit of work!
Really realistic and great dialogue. Your enjoyment shines through. (But watch out for loose vs lose.)
Very cute and realistic sibling squabbling. A happy feel. (Line 4 ‘you’re’ not ‘you’ve’, typo?)
Great. Very amusing and realistic dialogue.
A stand-by muse visited. So here’s something. Prompt was Stench. http://patrickprinsloo.wordpress.com/2013/04/04/well-giovanni-2/
Hope to read yours over the next few days.
Great fun. I like your chatty style (like Overheard). He says he’s not wrathful but comes out all guns blazing at the end! Should you have capitalised Me in para 1?
Hell and brimstone and damnation. That’s what happens when One leaves proof-reading to the mortals. You are infallible. Capitalised Me it is. Have three millennium off Purgatory.
Fixed it. Thanks.
Oh, wow! This was so great. I love what you’ve done with the narrative style – it’s a bold and catchy choice – and this just drew me in from the start. At first, I thought it was Giovanni talking to himself (which would’ve been cool enough), but when I figured out what was really going on, it made it so much better. Really enjoyed this. Brilliant!
Thanks SJ
Great, polished and truly original. I don’t get to leave long comments, but really this was special.
Succinct is good. Thanks for kind words.
I like that He/She uses some bad language and watches great movies. Very interesting narrative. I also find the idea of paranoia interesting. Wow, really powerful climax. Really enjoyed this. Great.
Thanks Elaine Mc. It was fun writing it. Now to make the correction Elaine P advised.
Hello all. For info: Sarah Grace Logan who makes this Cake.shortandsweet Wednesday write in happen for us has a new play running. Starts tonight and runs until Saturday. See this: http://sarahgracelogan.wordpress.com/2013/04/04/wellspring-opens-tonight/
Fot those who don’t know it, the Black Lion is a traditional pub with a theatre space upstairs. Always worth a visit. Just inside Salford.
Hi Patrick – do you know if you need to book in advance? Or just turn up? I’m thinking about going on Sat but not sure. Thanks, Elaine
PS Thanks for the time off!
Hi Elaine.You can book here: http://www.ibookedit.com/iBookedITApp/whatsOnPerformanceU.action;jsessionid=987cf8e2e3a7480d289e875bf7c8?productionRef=1192
I think Saturdays can be quite full so do book.
Not sure if I can make it. Visitors!
Hi Elaine,
I hope you can make it, it’ll be lovely to see you there. There should be plenty of tickets on the door, so I wouldn’t worry too much if you haven’t booked yet 🙂
Patrick – Thanks for info.
Sarah – If I get there I’ll look out for you.
Elaine
Thank you Patrick 😀 If you can make it that would be lovely! Otherwise there’ll always be the next one 😉