We Shall Be Released

Susan and Marie were chained to the bed frame as they looked out of the window watching the Sun shining and Susan said, “Any day now, someone will come and save us and then our horrible parents will be sent to jail for how they have been treating us.”  Marie replied, “ You have been telling me the same thing for thirteen years now and I don’t think it is ever likely to happen.  We will never be able to outlast this torture and even though my brain is still fuzzy, I can see how much damage it has done to our siblings.”  Susan said, “We really got the bottom of the barrel when it comes to parents, as I don’t think that many other kids are held captive, starved and abused the way we are on a daily basis”, as she continued to stare out of the window.  The two girls were able to share these serene moments together indulging in their fantasy of being free one day, and making their way to the escarpment above the Donnybrook river, till the alarm woke up their parents and then they would dread the rest of the day.

They did try to escape one day and they successfully slipped out of their shackles, but they couldn’t get the front door open and the commotion that they made woke their mother up from her nap, which made them fail in their attempt and they just get more punishment.  They both had an interest in dancing and this helped them to connect with each other, as they each wanted to be a ballerina some day.  When their mom came in to unlock their chains, they knew that they had to go to the kitchen and prepare ham and eggs for their parents breakfast.  They would get spaghetti, like every other day and they had to follow the hierarchy, so they could only eat after their siblings had finished.

Today was Sunday, so the whole family was going to church and Susan and Marie were required to help their mother get dressed and they would be careful not to have another one of those nail polish nightmares, like when they spilled a few tiny drops on the floor and they were beaten for over a month for doing that.  Susan knew how to grit her teeth and walk the walk which helped her to endure any harsh punishment that was dealt to her.  She realized that her siblings had to watch her being punished, so she remained brave being overt which led her to become an effective advocate for them to look up to. Susan understood her place, but she kept a knife inside the cuff of her top in case she had to use it.  Sometimes you never know what is going to happen, so she also created a spice potion, that she could fling into the eyes of her abusers and if she ever saw the right slot to escape again, as she was more than ready to wheel out of there.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Outlast, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Spaghetti, for the Daily Spur prompt – Damage, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #27, for FOWC with Fandango – Advocate, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Nail polish nightmares, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Overt, for Ragtag Community – Serene, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Fuzzy, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Ham Ballerina Interest, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Hierarchy and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle 147 – Connect Dread Frame Just Alarm Spice Place Potion Stare Commotion Fail Fantasy cuff, sometimes, grit, fling slot, effective, walk, tiny, watch, Donnybrook, escarpment, wheel.

King Of The Road

Data said, “She is coming in for a landing and she is so much cooler than Kitt form Night Rider.”  Number Five said, “Yea I want to test drive that baby, she is one real tripped out machine.”  C4QR said, “If I had one of them, I would be the king of the road and I would be able to get any girl or maybe even a half a dozen to sit under the poplar tree with me.  I could put in my tunes and pump up the volume and have my drinks shaken and not stirred, because that is how I have been hardwired.”  C4QR received a brusque response from Data who said, “Your rigorous efforts to find your special someone will always leave you feeling downtrodden, because you are not putting yourself out there, you can’t just search for women on the internet, otherwise you will end up being single forever.  You will never find that truly amazing relationship, until you wake up and stop being so obstinate.”

Number Five said, “You should try to stop being so inconspicuous, or else no girl will ever notice you and it would be a good idea to put that xylophone away, as nobody wants to hear that.  You are too skinny and that makes the girls think that you are dying from starvation, or emaciated.  That spittle you have running from your mouth and that lisp of yours are enough to turn any girl off and make them traipse away.  The way you dress with that knit sweater that is so out of style will keep any girl from wanting to cuddle with you.”  C4QR said, “Thanks for that sprig of knowledge, but why don’t you tell me how you really feel?”  Number Five said, “Honestly I wish you were a mirage, so I didn’t have to be embarrassed by you.”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Obstinate, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Up, for the Daily Spur prompt – Road, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #26, for FOWC with Fandango – Inconspicuous, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Half a dozen, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Sprig, for Ragtag Community – Wake, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Xylophone Mirage Lisp, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Knit and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #146, hosted by Yves where the prompts are Poplar Tree Brusque Traipse Rigorous Shaken Pump Downtrodden Starvation Cuddle Spittle Hardwired Forever.

Road To Hell

We are not in Kansas anymore and we won’t be going to Disneyland.  This bewitching road is taking us straight to hell.  I have been to the mountain and I have crossed a lot of lines in the sand, but Dante gave me an ultimatum and there is zero wiggle room on this.  Sure it will be fusty and when we get back, we will both need to shower or at least wash up, because we will certainly be smelling like a fireplace.  Dante is holding a grudge against Beelzebub for only showing him the nine circles of hell and not all ten of them and although some people believe that this is cynicism at its finest, others say it is pure hogwash.

In the tenth circle we are likely to find burning souls, immersed in human excrement, trapped in icy waters and gurgling to catch their breath.  We may also encounter nomadic people with their heads fully absorbed in the derrières of others.  Those individuals will have swollen bottoms due to the immense size of the heads that were immersed in them and there is no hope for separation.  Surveillance is always diligent, as sinners must suffer eternally for the wrong that they committed in life.  It gives me chills to think how anyone could endure this kind of punishment.  In school, I received a butt wedge many times, but this is unthinkable and we may even see someone contorted in such an unfeasible way as to have their own head inserted into their very own posterior.

That Beelzebub is a chip off the old block and he loves to enforce punishment.  He has no heart and he does not care about anyone, much less a feral creature needing help.  We can’t trust him as he is a real snake and after he shows us the horrific spectacles of the tenth circle, we should hightail it out of there, before he makes an upcoming plan for us.

Written for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Mountain, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Lines in the sand, for the Daily Spur prompt – Shower, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #25, for FOWC with Fandango – Bewitching, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Cynicism at its finest, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Nomadic, for Ragtag Community – Fusty, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Disneyland Fireplace Zero, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Chip and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #145, hosted by Yves where the prompts are Separation Wiggle Wash Surveillance Grudge Feral Chills Wedge Gurgling Upcoming Hogwash Enforce.

This Is Where We Are Going

We can take turns driving and your mom will make sandwiches for the trip.  We are going to protest the new wall that Trump is building, as we need to give this monstrosity the attention that it deserves.  The madman just started using $2.5 billion in unspent military funds to construct his wall along the southern border and we must keep up our protesting till this pathetic liar is impeached.  We don’t need no wall and all in all, he has become just another prick with a wall.  It is really sad how divided he has made our country and it is time for him to go back to the swamp that he crawled out of.

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #24.

Lost Sheep

In these woods I see a glow.
Nothing here, not even a crow
The sun shines in its glory here
Allowing all of the trees to grow.

The trees encourage me to persevere
There is a clearing ahead in the frontier
Getting lost in the woods is a mistake
When I make it out, I will grab a beer.

I keep on moving although my feet ache
This walk is not a piece of cake.
This is not the time to fall asleep
Such a long walk, I could use a brake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I need to find that creep,
The one who stole my sheep,
Whatever a man sows, he must reap.

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #23.

Ethnic Cleansing

The big kahuna in the white House said that we need to drop sarin gas on this crowd, because he wants to make America hate again.  This colorless, odorless weapon of mass destruction should do the trick and if not we better think of something quick, because white supremacy is the new way of handling things, since he could not get his wall built.  We don’t need diversity, because they are taking our jobs away and these immigrants are rapists and they bring crime and violence to our cities and towns.  We need to kill them all so they don’t put any more strain on our economy.  All they do is have babies and bring filthy diseases here from their shithole countries.  Dropping this gas on the crowd below is the best way to systematically force the removal of this scourge from our society.  Bombs away!

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #22.

Apothecary

Doolittle Pain had worked as a chemist, pill-pusher, druggist, pharmacist, and in his spare time he experimented on producing his own medicines.  Doolittle traveled the globe because he was interested in doing something about the opioid addiction that was ravishing the country causing major health, social, and economic problems because of over-prescribed pain medications.  He visited a city park in Budapest, Hungary where he collected this curious looking spider known as a Hahniidae Bertkau and he began testing this spider’s venom to research its neurotoxin capabilities.  He found that the spider venom worked wonderful on back pain and he felt this would be a way to cut back on opioids.  After six months of study, he was able to reproduce this neurotoxin in his lab and once it had a name, he could take it to the FDA and then try to market it for distribution.

Pharmaceutical drugs have at least three names, being their chemical name, generic name and their trade or brand name. Chemical names are the scientific names, based on the molecular structure of the drug, while generic names usually indicate what drug class the drug belongs to and being a chemist these names would be easy for him to create.  He knew that the brand name of the medicine can’t say what the drug does and he wanted a brand name that would not be too awkward to pronounce.  He needed it to be more memorable than its generic name, and also much more noteworthy than its chemical name, which was some unpronounceable string of characters.  He wanted this trade name to trigger some relevant connection to his product so it would create an identity while remaining memorable and easy for doctors to spell accurately.

Doolittle Pain decided to watch a re-run of the Jerry Seinfeld show, so he could relax and it was the one where Jerry is dating this attractive woman whose name he cannot remember, though she told him her name rhymes with a part of the female anatomy.  Jerry spends the episode avoiding the use of her name, and trying to find ways to ascertain it, including digging in her purse and having his friends stop by, hoping she will introduce herself.  Jerry and George try to guess the name, with choices of Bovary, Mulva, Loreola, Celeste, Hest and Gipple.  She finally realizes Jerry doesn’t know her name, and breaks up with him, leaving his apartment in a huff.  Jerry then suddenly remembers her name, and calls out to her from his window, “Dolores!”  Doolittle decided to call his new pain relief drug Mulva.

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #21.