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I’ll Be Right Back

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

The story about Great-grandfather’s shoes again?  I guess it’s appropriate tonight, since it’s been exactly 50 years to the day.

Great-grandfather was a bit eccentric, saying “spacemen” were spying on him.  A guy from the government stopped by, and left laughing.

One evening there was a knock on the door.  When Great-grandfather answered it, a burst of light filled the house.  All that remained of Great-grandfather were his charred shoes.

Before they took Grandfather away, he constantly said the “spacemen” would be back in 50 years.

Hmm, who could be at the door at this hour?  I’ll be right back…

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Glow of the Evening

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PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

We walked up the never-healed wound of a 19th century wagon trail.  This was forgotten land, rarely trodden in modern days, awash in legend.  But there were rumors.

“I  see no signs that anybody has been this way in decades,” I said, but my daughter, Jenna, grew more determined.

As the sun set, I could see the glow of the distant city on the horizon, a warning to all.

Nearer at hand, though, was the unmistakable landbound stars of campfires.

Jenna pointed.  “There is yet life here.”

I nodded.  The deepest desert had to be better than the radioactive cities.

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An Early Morning Paddle

Greg picked held the paddle up and let the kayak drift with the tidal current.  He took a deep breath and listened to the calls of early morning birds.  Occasionally he could hear the sounds of traffic from the surrounding roads, but it was light and the roads themselves were out of his sight.

Greg tried to kayak all year round, but there was something special about late June.  He could be on the water by 5:30 and never see another person on his round trip to the Ocean.  It was the greatest time to just bask in nature at her best.

A flash of movement caught his eye, but by the time he looked, there was nothing except the ripples on the water.  Obviously something big had entered the river, but it didn’t make a sound, just pushed the water out of its way.  As the first of the ripples hit the kayak, ripples big enough to bob the little boat up and down, Greg wondered what it could have been.  There wasn’t anything very large that he could think of that lived this far north.  Well, a bear, perhaps, but he would have seen that.

The ripples had dissipated and he was about ready to start moving again.  He did regret he didn’t see whatever went into the water, but he still felt lucky to be out when no one else was around.

He took one last look around, but ended it with a scream. Continue reading

Marv’s Food

Common Grackle

Our captors entered the musty basement room in their makeshift headquarters.  Even before they turned on the light, I knew that all eight of the soldiers still on the premises and the commander where in the room.  I guessed they were moving us again.

A big guy came over and undid our leg restraints, one at a time.  There were only four of us and in total nine of them, but they kept their rifles pointed at us.  I smiled inwardly.  The reputation of our unit made them nervous.  Nervous guards are easier to overcome.  I was sure that the commander knew that the only reason he had captured the four of us was we were taken unarmed and off guard.

We were led up the stairs and into a small room.  The soldiers spread out so that there was one in each corner and one in the middle of each wall.  They kept their guns at the ready. Continue reading

Security Meeting

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Someone stuffed a coffee into the president’s hand as he entered the Situation Room.  He glanced around.  If it was a full-blown meeting of the National Security Council, there were a few people behind him, but there were also a handful of extras, mostly from the military or intelligence.  The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs looked as groggy as he felt.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” he said as he took his seat.  “Well, technically morning.  What was so important that you had to get me up at 3 AM?  Are we at war?”

“No sir,” the Director of National Intelligence said.   He looked over at the director of the CIA.  “Jim, can you brief the president?”

“Good morning Mr. President.  Our sources tell us that the dictator of Iritastan has been assassinated.”

“Iritastan?”  The president looked unsure.  “I guess get State to write up a nice condolence and I’ll look at it in the actual morning.  Where’s Carol?” Continue reading

Categorize This!

I was reading about Sub-Genre and decided to put in a comment.  Only, my comment soon took a life of it’s own.  (“It’s alive!”)  It wasn’t long before I had an entire blog post.  I hope you enjoy this little tale ;)

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“Hey, what’cha doin’?”

“Reading.”

“That looks like the same book you’ve been reading for months.  Are you rereading it over and over?”

“This is the ninth book in the series, moron.  Can’t you tell the difference?”

“I’m sorry, I haven’t looked all that closely.  I really haven’t noticed any difference in the covers.  What’s up?”

“OK, if you are so blind, I’ll tell you.  The first letter in the first word of the title changes for each volume.  It’s super obvious.”

“What’s this series about, then?”

“This high school girl is a bit of an outcast.  Of course she’s super pretty, ultra-smart, has the greatest personality in the world and comes from a rich family with all of the right social values, but her classmates just don’t understand.”

“Of course not.  Poor girl.”

“She meets a mysterious boy.  At the end of the first book she realizes that he’s a werewolf.”

“Not a vampire?  Too bad.” Continue reading

What Goes Down

Fast as Light Mind

“Give it up, Ray.  We’ve looked at this a million times.  We see him entering.”  Jorge pointed to a figure on a screen.  “It matches perfectly.  We’re even sure that he has the gun.  This is the assassin.  We’re sure.  But he never left.  I think he got through the electrical closet and used the utility tunnel.  He had to have a key, so an employee.  A maintenance worker, perhaps?”

Ray stayed glued to the screen showing more security video.  “Stop,” he said.  “Him.  Right there.”  He pointed to a man on the screen.  “He never entered the building.”

“Oh, come on,” Jorge said.  “This guy is a good three inches shorter than the perp.  Different hair.  No mustache.  Walking different.  It’s all wrong.” Continue reading

Flight – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is part two of the story, Towards the Light.  Click here for previous.  Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)

When I awoke, I was in a small rock chamber.  Wondering where the light was coming from, I realized that the walls were glowing.

“Come with us, human,” a dwarf said.  I was surrounded by dwarves.

I followed two of them out into a hall.  It was much bigger than the tunnel I had entered and I could actually walk normally.  I had a guard of a dozen of the tiny people.  The four in front of my all were carrying battle axes while the eight behind had long spears.  Well, they were long for them, being perhaps four and a half foot long.

We hadn’t been walking long when we entered a huge chamber.  It glowed a soft gold, which reminded me of a warm evening on a beautiful summer day.  At the front of the chamber sat a king.  His throne was elevated so that when I reached it, he was at eye level.

“Dad, Dad!”  I turned towards the familiar voices.  Cate and Leo were being escorted up to me as I stood in front of the king.

“Silence,” the king said.  He studied us for a moment.  “Humans.  The lookouts weren’t wrong.”

A dwarf standing behind the king whispered in his ear.

The king said, “You were caught trespassing in our domain.  What say you?”

“Trespassing?”  I asked.  “We were on my property.”

“Trespassing,” the king said.  “You had no right to enter the tunnel.  In fact, it is forbidden by the treaty of 3427 that any human should enter Dwarf sacred territory.  In return, no dwarf will enter a human structure.” Continue reading

The Tunnel – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

This is the first story of the “Towards the Light Series.  The Table Contents is here.

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“Dad!  Dad!”

Cate and Leo came running up to the back of the house, where I was doing chores.

“Whoa, calm down, what’s the rush?  Being chased by a hornet again?” I asked.

“Dwarves, Dad,” Leo said.  At eleven, he was Cate’s elder by two years and often the instigator in their little escapades.

“Dwarves?” I asked.

“Mmm-Hmm, Daddy,” Cate said.  “We saw them.  Four of ‘em.”

“Dwarves, like ‘Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho’ Snow White style, or dwarves like The Hobbit?”

“Snow White,” Cate yelled simultaneously with Leo yelling, “The Hobbit!”

“So, tell me a little about these dwarves that are part of cartoons and fantasy books.”

They looked at each other for a moment.  Cate nodded to Leo.  I hid my laugh.  They usually aren’t quite as transparent with their stories. Continue reading

Twilight – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

The trail was little used anymore, but it looked great.  I thought that having a guidebook from the early part of the 20th century would be useless, but soon discovered that little had changed in the last 100 years.  Of course, the trail brought me what I craved, solitude.

It was the second day out, just approaching twilight, and I knew I would soon have to stop for the night.  I hadn’t seen a building, nor even another living person, since early morning so I was fearing I’d have to brave the night under the stars. A light fog began to fill the low points, making finding some sort of shelter imperative.

And then I spotted the little cottage.

My knock was answered by the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.  She wasn’t young, and yet radiated youth.  She wasn’t old, yet I could feel the weight of deep wisdom.  I was frozen by the vision of loveliness.

“Yes?”

Her words loosened my tongue.  “I am sorry to disturb you, ma’am, but I was wondering if you had a room that I could rent for the night.” Continue reading