O5:00 Awoke.
05:10 Prepared coffee.
05:30 At controls, coffee at hand.
07:35 Detected signs of The Infamous Mr. Cadavel, attempting to locate my whereabouts.
07:36 Altered course, with aid from Midshipman Fluffy.
11:55 Broke for lunch. Midshipman Fluffy in control.
13:00 Returned to find Midshipman Fluffy in trouble. Crisis averted. Solution: hairball.
15:06 Code Red: communication to the mothership down.
15:11 Communication reinstated. Must investigate cause.
15:12 Found frayed wire. Relegated Midshipman Fluffy to mess closet for timeout.
18:00 Break for supper. Left Midshipman Fluffy in charge of cleaning mess.
22:00 Hitting berth. Leaving Midshipman Fluffy at controls overnight.
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Captain’s Log – 23.06.16
O5:00 Awoke.
05:30 At controls.
08:15 Awoke, again. Realized I’d missed morning coffee. Had Midshipman Fluffy bring coffee.
11:55 Broke for lunch, leaving Midshipman Fluffy at controls.
13:00 Returned to controls. Nothing out of the ordinary as yet today.
14:00 Pirate sighting at starboard. He’s close. Not sure how he snuck up on me so fast.
14:01 Relegated Midshipman Fluffy to cleaning head.
14:02 Got rid of pirate.
14:10 Read “Watchtower” in head.
18:00 Break for supper. Left Midshipman Fluffy in charge of cleaning mess.
22:00 Hitting berth. Leaving Midshipman Fluffy at controls overnight.
Coming Out – 100-word Story
The doctor said it’s natural. It was a difficult appointment, but I feel slightly better now. I suppose I’ll have to tell my family. I wonder how that will go…
Mom, Dad, are you sitting down? I have this thing growing inside me. The doctor said it will come out by itself… No, it’s not a tapeworm.
Mom? Dad? Have you ever seen the movie, Alien?
Wait? Why are you backing away from me? No! Don’t run! You’ll make it come out n– Ahhhh!!!
Yeah. Probably best to just tell them I’m pregnant and get it over and done with.
This is part of The Daily Post prompt – the word of the day is Natural.
It’s a Bargain! – a 50-word story
I found the teapot I’ve been looking for for years! The spout is cracked, the flowers are faded, and the leaves are not quite the same shape as I remember. But I’m sure it’s the right one! I’ll put it in a place of honour, with the other two-thousand teapots.
#SoCS – Amber and Ash
I sit at the traffic light and watch the amber bulb blink on and off. My car is almost out of gas and I wonder how much longer the electricity will stay running. But does it matter? The slain lay behind me, their brains eaten. Now that I’ve finished off the last of the zombies, I have nothing left to eat. Nothing but ash. And zombie brains.
This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Click the following link and join in! https://lindaghill.com/2016/06/10/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-1116/
The Chronicles of Mary, Part 4
Tired of taking public transportation, Mary bought an old used car. One day on her way back to the parking lot at the end of the busy workday, she was surprised to see a man and a woman trying to unlock her car with a coathanger.
“Can I help you?” Mary asked the woman, who was standing back watching.
The woman eyed the man shiftily and said, “We can’t get in.”
“Here, let me try.” Mary took the coathanger from the man, thinking this might be a chance to have a little fun. She fiddled with the coathanger, moving it this way and that, but she couldn’t quite reach the knob inside to open the door. “Nope,” she said after a while. “I can’t get it.
“Oh wait,” Mary went on. “I think I have a key.”
Mary pulled out her car key and opened the door. The man and the woman ran away. Mary laughed all the way home.
Growin’ Up ‘n’ Misunderstandin’
“But Mama, I wanna see him again. He loves me!”
“You are not goin’ out with that kid, and that’s final.”
“You don’t understand! He’s the peach fuzz on my cherry pie! He’s the whipped toppin’ on my sundae!”
“I never! That’s ‘xactly why you’re not seein’ him again! Talkin’ like that to your own mother!”
“But… but… I’ll die without him!”
“Nonsense! There’s other goats in the barn.”
“Don’t you mean ‘fish in the sea’?”
“Fish? I thought we were talking ’bout Billy! You mean Johnny? Sure, you can go out with him.”
Out there
If only my cold fingers could just grasp at the lifeline that is sobriety, hearth and home, family… For want of the gloves of compassion, I sit here under my bridge and while away the time, reciting poetry to rats, and sleeping in the grime made up of luckier men’s footprints.
The sun riseth upon fangs of dogs, as hungry as I. My first thought is not to fight back. But where would I be then? Surely they’d not rip through these layers of disgust that I wrap myself in. No. I shall live to behold the fathomless expanse of stars, and wonder what the universe I once belonged to will grace me with next. Long past are the days when, in my delusion, I believed I had control.
Morning People
“Hello, June!”
“Ugh. What are you calling me for at this hour in the morning? I haven’t even had coffee.”
“It’s that time again. You gotta wake up!”
“Why are you always so damned perky? I hate morning people.”
“Ha! I’m just going to bed.”
“Show off.”
“So, you up?”
“Yeah, I’m up.”
“Excellent. May, out.”
hide and seek
childish games of long ago
when we’d laugh and run
for “home”
after being found
but not yet tagged
but when you told me,
“hide!” two days ago
life was far from carefree
not fun,
but frightening
i’ve not yet been tagged
nor found
and i’m afraid laughter
is far in the past
i mustn’t cry
as i slept last night
in this cramped and cold room
i dreamed that we were eating
on a patio in summer
we were adults
the dogs i hear now howling
are maybe coming for me with their noses
i only hope
that you
are holding their leashes
what’s that?
a friendly voice…
a woman, my mom?
and you, dear brother
He must be safe in jail
Linda G. Hill 