Drugged

“CRAWL.  NOW!”


Everything is blurry, come on, focus. Blink. Blink again. Why can’t I see clearly? Wait. This room and contents are unfamiliar. Where am I?

Think.

Why can’t I recall last night or any night? It’s like the memories are there, but so far away that I can’t access them. Okay, time to get out of bed and figure this out. I can do this. Just roll to the side and grab the edge. Why do I have to make such a conscious effort to do things that are simple?

Think.

My heart beat is quickening, wow…I can feel it pounding in my chest…something is wrong. Very wrong. Okay, calm that panic welling from somewhere deep within, stand up! Whoa…don’t let go, need to hold something so I don’t fall down. I’m swaying back-n-forth if I let go. What is going on?

Think.

Door. Two steps…lean against the wall, I got this.

Door is ajar, thank God! Need to walk out..but walking is just impossible. My legs aren’t working because I’m stumbling. It’s like they belong to someone else.

Think.

JUST MOVE!  Okay, I’m inching along.  Oh, the world is tilting around me and zooming out and in.  It’s making me dizzy. Close your eyes!  Ouch! Okay, I’ve fallen on my knees on hard ground.  Stop thinking about how much it hurts.  oh, it really does – did I break something?

THINK.

Remember details.  Is that cobblestone? Everything is distorted, like Alice in Wonderland. I’m in an outdoor hallway. No, is this an Alley way? The end of the tunnel looks so far away, is it really that far? Can I get there before danger gets me?

THINK!

Start Crawling.

NOW!


Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge / week 12-7 Portal / 321 word count

Me OW!

This learning to drive thing doesn’t seem so difficult. One sits in the seat behind the “spinny-thingy”, okay, I gave that a tap. Not very interesting, moving on – Oh, wait a minute. Now we insert sparkly, jingle-jangy thingys into that hole. You got my attention now, and I so desperately want to give those a smack too, making them wind chime some more, and… WHAT’S THIS? … the sun creates bouncing reflections on the surrounding parts of the car! Don’t worry, Driver person… I can get ’em! A scamper and a pounce outta do it, and I’ll capture those wild moving things! I almost got it, driver person! Wait, it moved it again…

…oh, wait, hold on… what’s that swinging thingy from the rear view mirror? And who is that handsome devil staring at me? MeOWwww. (purrrr) This driving activity is FUN!


142 words / FFaw Dec. 5th / hosted by:  Joy

Old Man Jones

“Old Man Jones was not crazy.”


Driving miles through the desert, I pulled off to rest at a diner near the highway. Just as I took a seat at a booth, something hanging on the wall caught my eye.  Is that a boot spur?

As the waitress poured my coffee, her gaze followed mine.

She chuckled, “Oh, there’s a good story for that. One day, Old Man Jones came running in the front door, just like Chicken Little, exclaiming the sky was fallin.’ And we already thought he was crazy, so we paid him no mind, and got him his breakfast. Then he held up that boot spur, right there, and told us that was his evidence. He claimed It fell from above and the spur nearly spiked him in the head. At that point, we figured he had lost his last marble. His daughter, Josephine, was called to come get her daddy. And we went on with our day.

Now about a day later, a big, fancy truck pulled up and the driver got out and announced he was looking for a boot spur that apparently fell from his little airplane. He was performing some tricky maneuver, and it was one of those planes where the cockpit area is open, so when he did one of those barrel rolls, out one flew. I guess he had forgotten he had them on, until he was in the sky – he took ’em off, and set them on the side of his seat!  He estimated it fell out in a certain mile radius, and he was checking the surrounding areas. See, he was the professional bull rider, Fierce MaCoy, and those were his lucky boot spurs. Apparently, he had a big event coming up and he was a bit superstitious, wearing them all the time. He was very motivated to find the missing one. Even offered a reward.

Of course, I told him what were the chances, that we did, in fact, know where that spur was.  And that he needed to be more careful, because he could have killed someone.

We apologized to Old Man Jones, who eagerly handed the spur to Firece MaCoy.  In return, all he wanted were tickets to the event, which Mr. MaCoy happily provided, which also happened to be his last event. Cuz he was retirin.’ Afterward, Mr. MaCoy gave that boot spur back to Old Man Jones as a souvenir, which he carried around with him until his dying day, as proof that he was NOT crazy.  After his funeral, Josephine donated the boot spur to our diner in memory of her daddy.”


Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge / week 10-19 boot spur / 433 word count

Rock Monster

“Take a closer look at it, Charlie.”

At first, it looked like any ordinary boulder, until his grandfather began telling the legendary tale of the Rock Monsters. He could see it was the remains of one. Several hikers had passed none-the-wiser. Others had paused to rest, while pondering over the unique gouges, not fully realizing what it was.

Charlie gasped to discover they were not fiction! It wasn’t clear how this particular rock monster had died, but his grandfather noted, there was speculation that during a birthday cave-party, there was an accidental death by gassing, when the candles were blown.


Friday Fictioneers / Aug. 11 / 100 words

host:  Rochelle Wisoff – Fields / picture: @CEAyr

The African Queen

“The African Queen comes out at sunrise to gaze at the prize.”

This phrase has been said in his head, and aloud multiple times. Prior clues had led them to the South American jungle, the vast sands of the Asian desert, and now the mountains of Africa. Fortune smiled on them, as they happened upon a remote tribe, and repeated the phrase while pointing to a woman and her eyes. They immediately knew what we meant, as we weren’t the first travelers in search of the treasure. Our guide dropped us off in the general vicinity and pointed toward the East, and then held out his hand for payment. That was as far as he would go, as their tribe were a superstitious people.

“That’s great. What do we do now? I hate riddles. And why is it so damn hot at 5AM…”

While his companion continued listing his complaints, he looked up at the rock formation in front of them. The sun was rising and casting a shadow, he reached back and clamped his hand on his buddy’s shoulder, as a shape took form.

“I’d like to introduce you to the African Queen, my friend,”

And they began their climb.


#writephoto / 8-10 Challenge / host Sue Vincent / 198 words

Get Lost

“I’ll be right back.”

Anxious to leave their camp to explore a bit, she quickly, and quietly, walked through the trees to commune with nature alone. Her light footsteps, and pauses, did not silence the twittering birds. Yet a snapped twig, sent startled lizards scurrying across dry, fallen leaves. “Oops. Sorry, about that guys, she whispered. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, it was a good decision to get away from their busy lives.

Man, did they ever need this trip to unplug from reality! It was agreed, cell phones were only for emergencies and thus, they locked them up…well, actually tossed them in the tent. Which reminded her, she had forgotten to take her phone while on her excursion. Eh. It’s fine, she’s only taking 10 steps away from camp. What could possibly happen? She was within shouting distance.

Meanwhile, the husband back at camp looked at his watch, “Where’s your mother?” The kids looked at him blankly and shrugged. Upon realizing all phones were inside the tent, “Well, we better go find her, before mom goes too far and gets lost.”

She could hear her husband and kids calling for her off in the distance. What? Can’t a girl have 5 minutes alone time? Oh, shoot! It’s been an hour! Wait a second, odd, the voices seem to be coming from above. Perhaps it’s the rocky canyon echoing and playing tricks on her hearing.

“Where are you?” the husband yelled.

“I’m near the boulder that looks like legos.”

Instead of getting closer, it sounded as if her family were moving farther away, and as she called out again, all she heard was the echo of her own voice. Letting out a huge sigh, she turned to go back, and stopped short. As she scanned the area, did she come straight, right, or left? How she got to this point, she couldn’t recall. And of course, she forgot her phone!

She and her husband always told the kids to “stay put,” when they find themselves unable to get back somewhere. So, she waited. And waited. Calling out to the skies every so often, “Over here! I’m here!”

Eventually, her husband’s irritated voice could be heard quite clearly, “HOW DID YOU GET DOWN THERE?” Looking up, she saw three pairs of eyes peering down from the cliff.

She pointed and asked, “How did you get up there?”


Sue Vincent’s #writephoto / 8-3 challenge