word list Prompt #212 - Word List

[comicfan]

Use the following words in a story – sword, tuna fish, compass, flip flops, and a star.

[joann414]

Bored at work, decided to give this one a go.

 

The Visit

 

Wayne finished his last report, turned off his pc, and hurried out the door.  He was so excited because Mark had flown in from the UK the day before and they had not had a chance to visit since Mark had jetlag last night and he had work today.  But he was off for the next week and he planned to show Mark around and just have a nice relaxing visit.

 

Having done all his shopping the morning before, he mentally prepared tonight's meal in his mind, chili, cornbread, salad, and his favorite dessert and one he knew Mark would like, blueberry buckle.  He had purchased very little alcohol since Mark did not drink and he did very little, but he was having a few close friends to meet Mark tomorrow. Pulling into the drive, he was not surprised to see his neighbor standing at his front door chatting with Mark.  He got out of his car and as he got closer to the pair, it was obvious that their conversation was not friendly.

 

" Mister, I don't know your daughter, don't want to know your daughter, and hope I never see your daughter, so quit asking me if she is here!" Wayne heard Mark say.

 

" I know she is in there boy, that is her pink flip flops over by the couch so let me in to see if she is in there." Ralph, his neighbor bellowed.

 

Wayne hurried over before Mark socked the older man and said," Hi Ralph, Isobel run away again?"

 

" She left while I was napping and I saw this young man in your drive so I figured she had hightailed it over here when she saw new meat."

 

Mark looked puzzled until Wayne slightly shook his head silently telling him not to ask.  " I am sure she is ok if she is inside Ralph, so just calm down and let's go in and have a cup of coffee and get out of this cold.  It is snowing again and I am ready to get in front of the fire." Wayne pushed the man in as he was talking , shutting the door behind them.

 

Mark had a roaring fire already going and Wayne could smell coffee and some of the cinnamon bread warming he had made the day before.  Taking off his coat he told Ralph to have a seat and he would go get the coffee and motioned for Mark to follow him into the kitchen.

 

" Where is she, upstairs?" Wayne asked Mark quietly.

 

Mark said in a puzzled voice. " There is no one here but me and the cat Wayne.  I swear I have not seen his daughter and anyway you know I could care less about a female."

 

" She probably snuck into the basement where all her props are while you were asleep because those are definitely Izzie's flip flops out in the den." 

 

" Who would wear flip flops in snow? " Mark asked.

 

" A twenty year old whose neurotic father keeps tabs on her like she was six.  She saw the chance to bolt and have a few hours peace and he evidently woke up earlier than usual from his nap."  Wayne said as he opened a can of tuna fish and put in the cat's bowl in the pantry.

 

Mark just shook his head and grabbed three matching mugs that had a gold compass on them and blue trimmiing around the rim filling them with coffee.

 

Wayne followed Mark into the living room carrying a plate of the cinnamon bread and some napkins, sitting it on the hearth beside the tray that Mark had brought the coffee in on.

 

The three men had just settled in, Ralph and Wayne on the sofa to the left of the fire, and Mark leaning with his back against the hearth, enjoying the refreshements forgetting the young girl at the moment.

 

" Who goes there?  I hear a stranger's voice on my ship."  a brassy loud feminine voice bellowed.

 

Mark looked up to see a pirate  barely over five feet tall, including boots and hat.  He jumped when she put the tip of what appeared to be a real sword to the neckline of his flannel shirt and gently pressed it to the skin there.  " Make yourself known stranger or you will walk the plank at daybreak and the sharks will be picking your bones by noon."

 

Deciding to play the game, Mark said, " I am Jonas, son of Prince Anthony, so kill me and you will face the wrath of his majesty's army.'

 

The young girl fell into a fit of giggles and plopped down beside Mark on the floor.  She leaned over and whispered in his ear.  " You should shut your bedroom door when you are doing what you were doing today.  It was quite a show."

 

Mark blanched thinking what the girl had witnessed him doing.

 

Father and daughter left half an hour later after Isobel ate half a loaf of cinnamon bread,  and sticking her tongue out and teasing Mark into embarassment each time she caught his eye.

 

Later over dinner Wayne said, " She considers herself a star since she was in a Downy commercial as a child.  She is so innocent that Hollywood would eat her alive. I would bet she has never even seen a man without clothes."

 

" I'll take that bet."  Mark thought.

Edited February 27, 2013 by joann414

[CassieQ]

Wow, joann, by your usual standards that was downright tame!  LOL.  Loved it as always!

[Kitt]

OK, you said to look back and see if older prompts might tickle the fancy of what ever little voice makes you write. You asked for it.

 

 

Prompt 212

 

                I woke slowly, feeling very disoriented. Half afraid to move, I couldn't fathom why it felt like I was moving. Like the entire bedroom I was in was moving.

 

                Eventually I tried to sit up, moaning with every movement. God what the hell did I drink last night?  The ale with dinner shouldn't make me feel like this. Then at the bar I was drinking club soda. It was my turn to be the designated driver.

 

                Wait. My turn. So how did I end up here, where the hell is here, and who got that drunken bunch of nutcases I call friends home?

 

                I jumped when the door suddenly swung open. The guy standing there looked like every wet dream of every gay man and straight woman all rolled into one .At 6’2 of blond haired blue eyed perfection, lean but not skinny, he was the perfect mix of padding and hard muscle. And the whole package was very tempting, mouthwatering even, cased loosely in cutoff jeans and a pair of bright blue flip flops that looked like they were chosen to match his eyes.  The only real problem I could think of at the moment is that I didn’t have a clue who he was!

 

                Wait – that isn't quite true, I could think of a lot of other problems. Like why was this room trying its hardest to make me carsick?

 

                “Well finally! Your buddy out here tells me you might just be able to get us back to dry land in one piece. How’s your head?”

 

                I guess the very blank look on my face gave him the first clue that I was pretty much at a loss.

 

                “Come on out on deck and have some coffee. I finally figured out how to work the stove in the galley. Once your brain comes back on line I’ll introduce myself again. Then we need to talk.”

 

                “Ummm, deck? Boat. OK – that explains why the room feels like it is moving. Where is the head?”

 

                Now it was his turn to have a blank look on his face.

 

                “The head? Water closet? You know – the toilet???”

 

                “OH!” his face brightened with recognition. “ Just out this door and on the right. See you up on deck in a few minutes. There’s a fresh toothbrush and other stuff in the top drawer. That I found pretty fast. It was working that goofy toilet I had problems with. I don’t spend much time on dad’s baby.” he laughed as he went down the long narrow hall and up a short flight of steps.

 

                Ten minutes later I was feeling somewhat human again, even if I couldn't figure out where the lump on the back of my head came from. At least it did explain the headache and lack of memory since I couldn't have been drunk on club soda. I slowly made my way out onto the deck of what had to be the biggest sport fisher I have ever been on.  Lounging out across the back seat was my best friend Brian. He had been wasted last night when I was trying to pour him into my jeep. SOB didn't even look hung over!

 

                Pour him into my jeep?  That’s why my head hurt! I was trying to get him into the seat belt when he lurched forward and I slipped off the curb. I must have hit my head when I fell.

 

                “Good morning sunshine. Bout time you woke up. Thought you were gonna sleep thru the whole cruise.  I see you met my new boyfriend Kenny.”

 

                “New boyfriend? That was fast, last I remember it was about 1 am and you were blasted and I was trying to put you in the seat to take you home.”

 

                “No grass growing under these feet” he giggled as he wiggled his bare toes at me. “This tub belongs to his father. After you fell I was gonna drive us both back to your place but Kenny came along and didn't think I should be driving. We went to the marina instead and put you to bed, then decided a moonlight cruise and maybe some fishing would be fun.  We have fresh tuna fish for breakfast if you are interested. Well, maybe it’s more like dinner now.”

 

                I looked around. There was no land to be seen anywhere.  That meant we had to be at least three miles out to sea. Brian didn't know enough about boats to be taking one out this far. I looked at this Kenny person.

 

                “Did you say something before about my getting us back to land? Don’t you know how to handle your own boat?”

 

                He looked up at me through his lashes with such a sheepish expression I couldn't be angry with him. Brian however was another story all together.

 

                “So you two don’t know Jack Diddly about navigation and you have us more than three miles off shore and god knows how much further? And the sun is setting, so we will be out here into the night at least. PLEASE tell me you didn't hit anything going out of port!”

 

                Brian shrugged casually. “You know what you are doing- you can get us home I am sure.”

 

                “Brian, I just woke up more than 12 hours after hitting my head. It’s pounding and the aspirin I took hasn't done a damn thing yet. I should be in bed – not navigating a sport fisher I am not familiar with out at sea with a storm on the horizon!  Look at all the star fish floating around us!  That storm has to be a whopper if they are swimming that close to the surface out here!”

“Calm down, have some coffee and some of the fish. You will feel better. Then we can dig thru the charts dad has and if Brian is even half right about you we will be home in no time.”

 

                 I hate it when people are being reasonable when I want to rant.

 

                 There were a lot of charts in the cabinet – all rolled neatly and stored in plastic tubes so that it looked like the way a captain would have stored them in antiquity. It took me a long time to sort through and chose the two that should cover where ever we were at the moment.

 

                 “Ummm – pardon the dumb question, but if you have no clue where we are or how to get back in, just where are you driving to?”

 

                 “When I figured out we were pretty lost I didn’t want to make things worse. I have been steering in a huge circle for about the last hour at dead slow. You can see the wake all the way around so except for a bit of drift with the current we aren't getting any loster.”

 

                  “Loster? Oh my. Lost, semi-logical, and makes up his own words too. Terrific.”

 

                  “Hey Guys?  Just what the hell is this thing?” Brian was swinging the sword from what must have been close to a record sized swordfish around like a 5 year old playing pirate. I laughed and shook my head as Kenny explained how guys take the swords as permanent souvenirs when they are planning to eat the fish and not have them stuffed.

 

                   “OK Kenny – where’s the sextant and dividers?”

 

                    “Ummm – if you tell me what they are I might be able to tell you.”

 

                    “Oh good lord!  How about a compass? You do know what a compass is, don’t you?”

[joann414]

Love this.  So glad you took the challenge:)

[comicfan]

Joann - For you that was damn tame. I came out of it unscathed.

 

Kitt - You keep taking me to a point where I so want more and you seem to enjoy stopping. Got to get you to do more.

 

- Wayne

[Kitt]

LOL if i could get past this point Wayne I would gladly. I seem to get so far and the words just sort of stop. I guess I get enough down to satisfy that little voice inside and it falls asleep or something.

[wildone]

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