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Prompt Me This - 3. Prompt 482 - Creative
The challenge of this prompt was...
Use the following words in a story – a tree limb, a garbage bag, a lemon, a chicken, and bees.
Use the following words in a story – a tree limb, a garbage bag, a lemon, a chicken, and bees.
Nathan studied the meal before him, a beautiful batch of lemon chicken with lemon-kiwi iced tea. Noel was gingerly cutting slices for them both, humming to the tune playing on the radio. It was serene.
Too serene.
"Babe, did something happen?"
Noel looked up at Nathan with a soft smile. "Just in a good mood."
That didn't answer anything for him, so he asked again. "Why in such a good mood, babe?"
"Oh, just something went according to plan." He was serving them both slices of the chicken. A feeling kept nagging on Nathan's instincts however. Noel was never this nice unless something...
...malicious...
...happened...
Oh, Lord.
"Noel, what did you do?"
Noel smiled evilly as he set the utensils down. "Someone tried to spray-paint our house, so I did a little payback."
"Payback," Nathan drawled, letting the word roll out of his mouth. You gave payback. To some hoodlums."
"The idiots tried to vandalize our property, so I borrowed your rifle and shot a tree limb above their little hideout."
Nathan sputtered and choked on his drink, not sure whether to laugh or admonish his lover. "I'm sorry, you what?!"
Noel shrugged and brought a slice of chicken to his lips. "I didn't expect the bee hive, though. The bees were an extra sight to behold. They were running out in a panic. I think someone tried to hide in a garbage bag." Noel snickered, obviously thinking back on the incident. "I used a silencer, so no one heard it. My shoulder smarts, though."
Nathan groaned and wondered how did he fall in love with this man.
He took a bite of the chicken and remembered how the man poured love into his work.
Just don't cross him too bad.
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