Random Scribbles · writing

Do You Got a Plan?



“Why are you doing this Mickey? With less than a year to go.”

“I don’t need a reason, Punk. I been here almost 75 years and I just ain’t gonna stay any longer. You might make it easier but I can do this without you. Now are you in, or out?”

“Oh, I’m in all right. There’s no way I would let you do this on your own. The dogs would get you before you were ten feet outside the wall. Let’s go over the plan.”

“I’m not ’bout to give you all the details. I’ll suffice it to say that we make the break during the next big rain.”

“OK, who’s getting your walker?”

 A Monday evening response to a Monday Writing Prompt generously provided by The Secret Keeper.

Random Scribbles · writing

Picture Prompt #44

Photo courtesy of The Blog Propellant
Photo courtesy of The Blog Propellant

As the instructor wrapped up her opening remarks and launched into the first lesson, George frantically paged through the syllabus with a mounting feeling of confusion and dread.

Why was he here?
He shouldn’t be here.
He was a tenured history professor.
If he ever found out who’d turned him in…

Grammar-Guards had arrested him in front of his students.
They’d read the charges aloud.

“Dangling Modifiers”
“Split Infinitives”
Their list seemed never-ending.

And that judge? Oh that judge.
He sure had some balls.
Was it even legal to sentence a college professor to three years of evening Grammar classes!
He didn’t have time for this.

Glancing down, George suddenly froze; his stomach fell.
There on the open page of the syllabus he saw that diagramming sentences was part of the curriculum!
The bile rose in the back of his throat and his vision darkened.
He quickly stood and ran towards the hallway, feeling the stares and taunts of his fellow students bouncing off his back.
He almost made it out the door before he spewed.