Special Interrogation – Mondays Finish the Story

Photo by: Barbara W. Beacham

Special Interrogation

The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive.

Lieutenant Geary watched from behind a two-way mirror. Audio pickups in the room made every word clear.

Chief Dobbins sliced the poisonous-looking fruit of a Nightshade plant. To the room he announced, “I’m putting on a second bare of gloves. I don’t dare risk any skin contact.” Carefully he pulped the Nightshade chunks into a beaker.

The captive squirmed in his bonds as Dobbins brought the beaker close to his face. “Each person tolerates different amounts of Nightshade before they die of bone-breaking convulsions,” said Dobbins. “How much will you take?”

The terrorist never dared risk it. He gave up the location of the kidnapped reporter immediately.

“Excellent work!” said Geary as Dobbins joined him in the observation room. He indicated the beaker of Nightshade still in the Chief’s hand. “That stuff is really that potent?”

“Oh yeah,” said Dobbins. “It’s good stuff.”

Absently, he took a sip.

“Oh my god!” exclaimed Geary. “You drank some!”

Dobbins shrugged. “Yeah.”

Geary pulled his own hair. “Are you insane?”

“Lieutenant,” drawled Dobbins. “Chill. There’s lots of plants in the Nightshade family…including Tomato.” He held the beaker out. “Fresh tomato juice?”
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Author’s Notes:

Nope. I am not pulling your leg. Tomatoes are a variety of Nightshade. “Deadly Nightshade” is the one to avoid. More info here: http://www.diagnosisdiet.com/nightshades/

This week at Mondays Finish the Story, the opening sentence is, “The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive.” This is how I finished the story. How would you do it? Look here to see what other folks did: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/08/03/mondays-finish-the-story-august-3rd-2015/

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Love Spell – Sunday Photo Fiction

Photo by: Alastair Forbes

Love Spell

Ralph swiped at what little hair remained on his scalp. He leaned back from the kitchen table to give a little breathing space to his growing, middle-aged belly. He glowered at his children after hearing the news.

Holly, the eleven-year old looked out the kitchen window. Robbie gazed unhappily at the pyramid, marked with magical symbols, that sat upon the permanent jelly stains on the Formica surface. Ralph glared at the children, then at the magic pyramid, then back at the children.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” said Ralph.

Holly twisted the ribbons that bound her pony tail. “Dad. It was going to happen anyway. We just helped.”

“Sweetie, people need the right to choose.”

“It was written in the stars, Dad,” explained Robbie.

Where did he get that? wondered Ralph.

Holly hid a smirk.

The widower sighed. “Now I have to break it off with Olivia.”

“No!” chorused the children.

“I have to,” whined Ralph. “You’ve forced love, so how can I know it’s real? You see, you can’t go casting love spells on people with magic pyramids, especially on your own dad! This love isn’t a real love.”

“Is too!” exclaimed Robbie. “Even before, you guys were all gooey-gooey eyes an’ stuff. You were just too shy.” Holly nodded vigorously in agreement. The two children fist-bumped.

Just then, Olivia walked in carrying groceries. She gazed at Ralph and sighed elatedly. Ralph’s stern gaze melted into a silly grin. “My darling!” He embraced her.

“My beautiful man!” said Olivia. Her mousy hair, always in disarray, became worse as she held him.

“My petunia!” Ralph kissed her with vigor. “You’ve been gone too long, my love!”

“I know!” husked Olivia between kisses. “Ten minutes at the market is too long away from YOU!”

Olivia squeaked as Ralph picked her up. He stopped before carrying her into the bedroom. “Children, we’ll talk more…” He paused to gaze into Olivia’s eyes, past her thick glasses. “Uh…after.”

After the lovers departed, Robbie said. “We should tell him.”

“I know,” said Holly. “Later, though. Maybe our love spell didn’t work, but they’re still under a spell!
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Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Each week, Alastair Forbes casts a magic spell, with an original photograph, that entices us all to write flash fiction based upon it. Anyone can join in, so why don’t you? Look here to see what others wrote: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/08/02/sunday-photo-fiction-august-2nd-2015/

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Inspiration

This week’s photo challenge is: Inspiration. I confess to having many inspirations. Nature itself inspires me. The exploits of NFL greats like Walter Payton and Dick Butkus and more modern players all inspire me to try harder. Authors like Ray Bradbury, Gordon R. Dickson, and Terry Pratchett inspire me to write and write some more in an effort to perfect the craft of writing. For today, I’ll focus on just one of my inspirations:

Shey.

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Have a look at the inspirations of other photographers right here: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/inspiration/

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Bonding With Mommy

Perhaps we shouldn’t be poking through the personal diary of our 7-week old daughter, but you know there’s some interesting stuff in there. Just have a look at the following.

Mommy is pretty cool. I’ve decided to let her sleep beside me because that’s nice, even if she imitates the way I like to sleep.
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Mommy is really beautiful. Some day I want to be as pretty as she is. She’s got some amazing skills, by the way. She’s great to sleep on. Makes me drift off every time. She even makes me fall asleep while she’s standing up!
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The best thing is when me and Mommy are at home and just chillin’. As mommies go, I think she’s pretty awesome. I think I’ll keep her.
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Belief – Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Photo by: Etol Bagam

Belief

Adit looked on with pleasure at the bridge spanning before the waterfall. “The tourists will love it, Devaj!” he enthused. “We’ll make money hand over fist! Is it ready yet?”

“Not yet,” said Devaj, studying engineering drawings. The two sat, overlooking the bridge.

“Is that a Lord Ganesh beside the bridge?” Adit pointed to the elephant-headed idol.

“You like? It turns blue when removing the obstacles of business.”

Adit groaned. “You believe that stuff?”

Devaj stared at the blueprints. “If you’d seen what I’ve seen, you’d believe too.”

“Ridiculous!” spat Adit. “Mystical mumbo-jumbo.”

“In time, you’ll understand,” murmured Devaj.

That’s when Adit realized twelve tourists were already crossing the bridge. “Devaj? How much weight can the bridge support right now.”

Devaj didn’t even look up. “Without attaching the main supports? Not even a monkey. Why?”

The tourists safely crossed and passed the Lord Ganesh, glowing blue. Astonished, Adit said, “You know, I think I believe that Lord Ganesh helps after all.”

Devaj grinned, unaware of the narrowly avoided disaster. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
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Author’s Notes:

Lord Ganesh: Elephant-headed Hindu god. Known as the remover of obstacles, especially to business opportunities. Thus, he is nearly always present in any Indian business. http://www.lotussculpture.com/ganesh1.html

Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers writing challenge. Look here to see what others have written in answer to the picture prompt above: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/07/28/fffaw-week-of-07-29-2015/

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An Unfortunate Wish – Friday Fictioneers

Photo by: G.L. MacMillan

An Unfortunate Wish

Sergeant Greenbaum pointed. “Maybe she saw something.”

Lieutenant Cutler turned away from the chaos in the city park’s parking lot. “Might as well.”

Harrington, Ohio’s only voodoo priestess stood in front of her shelves of potions for sale. She pulled the cigar from her mouth and pointed accusingly at the policemen. “Don’t you boys go blaming THAT on me!”

“It’s okay, ma’am,” began Cutler.

“SHE made the wish!”

“Okay. I…”

“She wanted to be tall!”

“Yes, and…”

“She wanted long legs!”

“Ma’am, please…”

“And a long, elegant neck!”

“Ma’am,” groaned Cutler. “We just want to know how a Giraffe got into the park!”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Each week, we’re writing flash fiction based upon a photo prompt. This is my story. What’s yours? Share it with us. Look here to see what other folks wrote: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/07/29/31-july-2015/

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Important Work – Mega Short Story

Photo by: Matthew Wright

Important Work

As the old boat plowed through the water, Bungang pointed to the leaping dolphins. “You just follow the dolphins. They know the way.”

Clive Sauerbrun scowled. “Whatever. Just lead us to the treasure.” Sauerbrun stuck a fat finger in Bungang’s face. “No treasure, no pay. You got it?”

From the back of the boat, Sandra Sauerbrun held up a tumbler glass. “Boy! Boy! My drink is empty. What am I paying you for?”

Bungang’s teen-aged son, Tulo, rushed to the galley. “Right away, Ma’am!”

When Tulo joined Bungang in the wheelhouse, he groused, “Why Poppa? Why do you tolerate this?”

Bungang told him what fathers in his family told their boys for eleven generations. “Patience. It’s Important Work we do. The world can only be fixed one person at a time.”

The cave rested beside the cove. Unless you had watched the dolphins it was invisible. About 100 yards inside they found a large mound of human skeletons just outside a small arch of stone. A faint yellow glow emanated from within. Moments after entering, Clive shrieked. “My God! I found it. Gold!”

Sandra shoved Tulo down in her haste to climb over the bones. The boy fell hard onto the stone. Soon both treasure hunters screamed elatedly. They returned carrying gold cups and strings of jewels. Then as they exited the barrier of the small cave, they aged suddenly and rapidly. Both were dead before their 120-year old bodies collapsed into the bones.

“Someday,” said Bungang. “The greedy people will all be gone, and the world will be fixed at last.” He noticed Tulo rubbed a bruised elbow. “Are you alright?”

“It is nothing, Poppa.” His eyes blazed with determination. “This is Important Work we do.”
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Written for Matthew Wright’s Mega Short Story Challenge where a photo is the writing prompt for flash fiction. Join us, and write your own short story. The challenge may be found right here: https://mjwrightnz.wordpress.com/2015/07/28/this-weeks-mega-short-story-challenge-4/

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