JSW Prompt 3-28-2017

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“It wasn’t a question?”

“No? Then why did you put the question mark at the end?”

“You can’t see that when I talk.”

Lucy cocked her head. “Yeah, I can. I’m magical like that. So let’s start again. Is that blood?”

Think quick.  “Yes, it is blood, Lucy, but, sadly to say, not nearly enough to bleed me dry.”

“Whoopee!”

“Both of you, shut up,” Marcus commanded, looking at his two… companions. It would be too much to call them anything else. Yet.

“Come here,” he ordered John. He quickly checked the man over, determined there were no other wounds, and field dressed the cut in his leg.

“How the hell did you do that?” he asked.

“Hum….” Think quicker. “I fell on a thistle.”

Lucy snorted laughter.

Marcus glared. “Okay, can we get back on track or do we need to listen to the ‘John and Lucy Show?'”

He signaled for Lucy to go right, John left, to either side of the building before them. He hunkered down where he was, tracking the two as they moved. Awkwardly. Clumsily.

Time to come to Jesus.

Aiming carefully, he shot both in the chest.

Hallelujah!

Lucy sat up a moment later, fingering the hole in her jacket. With a curse, John did the same.

“What the…” he scowled. No way were they supposed to get shot, but thank god for body armor.

“Amen,” Marcus said and walked away.

Friday Fictioneers 3-10-2017

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Friday Fictioneers

“Closer, move him closer,” Jacs whispered.

“I’ve got it!”

“So move him closer.”

“Shut…..!”

Which he did for about five seconds. “I can’t hear.”

“Well,” Tim whispered, “if you’d just shut up and let me work…..”

“Okay….”

Another five seconds.

“Hurry.”

“SHUT UP!”

“You are the only person I know who can shout in a whisper.”

Tim ignored him, jumping the grasshopper inside the door.

“Oh, look, a grasshopper.” Female. Footsteps like thunder.

“Crap!” in unison.

The woman tossed the grasshopper out.

“Thank god. If the BugsMilitaryListeningDevice prototype had been destroyed, we’d be in deep you-know-what!”

But it hadn’t.

Success!