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OLWG#164- Marge Considers a Career Change

This piece was written for OLWG#164

Marge reached into the dryer and pulled out a couple of handfuls of bills. Her job today was to shop small stores around town, buy small things and pay for them with a twenty. Then she was supposed to bring back the change to Carlos. It wasn’t a bad job. The risk was relatively low. The money wasn’t bad. She didn’t think she’d ever get rich doing it. Carlos paid a percentage on what you brought him back at the end of the day. Carlos had about 50 shoppers working for him every day. Carlos was getting some serious paper. Marge was only getting large.

She had found that the easiest things to buy, where the cash tendered was not too heavily scrutinized, were foods from fast food restaurants and other kinds of takeout places. She would stop at Blake’s and buy a burger for $3.75. Pay for it with a fake twenty, eat the burger, because Carlos didn’t want it, and get $16.25 back in legal tender that she would take to Carlos at the end of the day.

Ice cream cones were even better. Two dollars and seventy-nine cents would buy a single scoop in a sugar cone. That would net her $17.21 in change. Someone had to eat the ice cream though and Marge was fond of the ‘Pralines and Cream’ flavour.

Taquerias, were good places to shop. Mini-Marts (either stand alone or incorporated with gas stations) worked well if you wanted to buy potato crisps or candy bars. Pizza shops didn’t typically yield enough change to bother with, same with buying beer or other liquors. Sometimes Marge would stop and buy a box of nails, or a screwdriver at a local hardware store. She had a pretty good collection of #2 cross tip drivers at home.

Marge had put on almost thirty pounds in the first four months that she had worked for Carlos. She knew she couldn’t stay in this line of work for very long. She needed to find a way to print money on her own.

The prompts were:

  1. counterfeit twenty dollar bills
  2. soft and low
  3. written in books


A Taut/Caustic Little Fable

Broderick Emerson Keswick III stood 3.7mm tall and weighed a mere 7 milligrams. He was a worker. He was middle-aged, maybe a bit older than that. He had already seen a complete cycle of the moon.

One memorable day he had been cutting artichoke leaves in Mr Cheswick’s garden. As he began carrying away a piece, that weighed about 15 times more than he did, he spied a toad approaching who looked ravenous. Broderick sounded the alarm. His mates began to scatter. Sharp-eyed Mr Keswick, however, noticed that several of his co-workers were missing. They had been there one moment and were gone the next. As horrible as it was; the toad had been feasting on Broderick’s friends, neighbours, and workmates.

Thinking quickly, our hero dropped the bit of artichoke he was carrying and climbed back up the stalk of the plant he had been working. He scurried back up onto the globe of the flower and positioned himself on an outer bract. The sun hung low behind him; his shadow was large. His shadow fell across the marauding toad, distracting him from the carnage. Realizing that the shadow was an ant, and seeing the size of it, the murderous amphibian was frightened and fled the scene – cutting short his glutinous rampage.

The rest of the colony recognized the bravery and fearlessness exhibited by one of their own and commissioned the renowned Ms Farrell to immortalize him in a photograph. The name Broderick Emerson Keswick III will live forever in the tunnels of his old anthill.

Be strong, be brave, and cast a big shadow.


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OLWG#163- Join the Navy, Sail to Far Off Distant Ports, Meet Passionate Oriental Beauties…

This piece was written for OLWG#163

“If you don’t sign the papers they won’t let me go. I gotta have parental consent.” He pleaded.

“I dunno, Jeffy.” She shook her head back and forth. She looked at her son, next to her; she looked at the sailor, on the opposite side of the desk, where her gaze came to rest.  She pointed at him…

“Can you keep him out of the war zone?” she asked.

The recruiter raised his hands, palms up and shrugged his shoulders, “That’ll be his call after you sign the papers, Mom.”

She turned towards her son, “Are you sure this is what you want, Jeffy?”

He nodded his head eagerly.

Mom looked back at the recruiter and held out her hand, “Give me your goddamn pen.”

The prompts were:

  1. let me go
  2. a cul de sac
  3. The way things sometimes are

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OLWG#162- The Ancient Gallery

This piece was written for OLWG#162

Paintings of Pharaohs
Statues of Kings
Bas Relief images of heroes and queens
Carvings of battles,
Commandments and creeds
Depictions of hunts – elephants and steeds

Ladies in waiting
Knights strong and brave
Sun Gods and dragons
Who live in a cave
Ships and explorers,
Now long in their graves

Forests primeval
Seashores and moor
To enter the gallery
Pass through a steel door
That protects all the relics and bones kept inside
You can run from your past but you never can hide

The prompts were:

  1. the ancient gallery
  2. When life and dreams collide
  3. the busker’s patter

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OLWG#159- Frenzy & OLWG# 160- Shipping Out Tomorrow

I’ve spent the last… forever, relocating from California to New Mexico. It’s been hectic and I have been remiss in posting. Today is a breath of fresh air so I’m going to try and catch up. Here’s a couple of OLWG prompt responses that I think will bring me current.

This piece was written for OLWG#159

The kids were throwing sand on the floor
Getting ready to dance
Billy pushed play on the boom box and
The sound of tires singing filled the theatre

Sarah, with an ‘H’, slowly and deliberately, pulled her right foot across the worn oak floorboards
Now covered with grit
She moved to centre stage and was soon joined by Wendy, Allegra, and Jessie
Then the bass notes began

The prompts were:

  1. keep the margins wide
  2. throwing sand on the floor
  3. tires singing

This piece was written for OLWG#160

Bernard sipped his watered down beer and leaned on the stage
(He and his buddies had seats that close)
He thought about his ship to Danang, leaving in the morning
He riffed the stack of singles piled on the worn table top

In God We Trust

Seraphina, who always recognized a good mark, dropped gracefully from the pole
And shimmied towards the group of young, green marines
She wanted to rub their close cropped heads
She wanted to bring them good luck

The prompts were:

  1. slow decay
  2. In God We Trust
  3. the night contorted

I think I got them all in. One direct and the other two possibly inferred?