Response – JSW Prompt 6-25-2018

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An apple a day keeps anyone away if you throw it hard enough.


Truth. Particularly when you core the apple and fill it with lead. Apple bombs, Jason calls’em. Biggest part of our arsenal, but then again, we was squatting on an old apple farm. You learn to use what you have until you have nothing.

Then you run like hell.

(Don’t tell no one I said that last. Don’t want my ass whipped into next Sunday.)

Guess you’ll want to know why we was squatting on the apple farm, lobbing apple bombs at them law folk. Well, they wanted us out. Wanted to arrest Jason. He’s the oldest, 17 now, though he acts more like 7 sometimes.

Can’t blame him. He shot them cows cause we was hungry. Gotta take care of family whether you like’em or not. It’s in the Bible. Least wise, I think it is. Don’t read so good myself.  Susan is the reader, reads to us most nights, just before dark.

She’s next oldest. Almost 16. Old Maid territory, but that ain’t worth mentioning either less I wanna get whipped.

I’m Teddy and I’m ten. Too big to be a baby and not big enough to do the heavy work. So, guess who gathers the apples, makes them into bombs?

Right. I’ve gotten damn good at it. Ain’t cut myself once.

Been awhile since Momma and Pa died. Got the fever both of’em and was gone just like that. Just Jason, Susan, me and the baby. Addie. She’s too young to do anything but burp and poop. Susan takes care of her mostly.

They come after supper, just when dark’s settling over the dying trees and the fallen rocks of the old wall. Weren’t different from any other night. Them lawmen sneaking up, trying to slip into the perimeter.

Perimeter. I like that word. A grown up words, one Pa might have used when he was in the army.

Course, I’m waiting for’em as always. Piles of apple bombs ready to go.

The sky’s pretty tonight. Lots of them stars. Brighter than I remember. Wondering why I’m lying here, looking at stars.

Is it raining?

I don’t feel none on my face, but I can feel the wet on my belly, hands clenched, holding in the rain.

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Response – JSW Prompt 6-18-2018

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The office was empty, workstations abandoned as if the workers just up and left, taking nothing with them. Lights burning for nobody. No sound anywhere. Not the scuff of a shoe against carpet, the click of keys or the hum of a printer. No phones, no low voices, no laughter or joy.

Only quiet which went beyond silent. The quiet of emptiness, the quiet of lost hope. The quiet of abandonment.

Tomorrow would be Monday, but nobody would come. Nobody was left to come, only a long, dark, slide into oblivion. Dust and the creeping fingers of ivy, back to claim their own.

 

 

JSW Prompt 7-2-2018

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JSW Prompt 6-25-2018

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Response JSW Prompt 6-18-2018

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“Nothing personal, I assure you,” he said, flipping his knife in one hand.

I’ve always wondered how they do that. I’d cut off my fingers for sure.

“So are you a paid killer or just doing this for recreation.”

“Paid.”

“So this is your job? I mean, all the time?”

He took a step forward, apparently tiring of the chatter.

“I was just wondering what makes a man take up this profession.”

He hesitated. “It is what I do best.”

“How so?” I asked, feigning more interest that I felt.

He frowned, considering. “I’m just skilled with… well… weapons. I like them and I have no problem with killing.”

“So, if you weren’t a hired killer, do you think you’d be a serial killer?”

A snort. “Hardly. I take out my target. I get paid. Simple transaction. Why would I want to do this for free?”

“A business man then.”

He seemed to like the label. Considering a moment before nodding.

Stepping forward again, he switched the knife to blade forward, ready to make intimate contact with my heart. Or ribs or belly or wherever he might strike.

I held up a hand. “I’m still curious. Did you grow up like this. Not feeling anything about killing somebody?”

He scowled, but stopped. “Yeah, I suppose I did. Never cared much for people. Showed talent in the area and attracted attention.”

I shifted slightly to the side, pretending to lean a shoulder against the wall, looking much more comfortable than I had any reason to be. Drawing in a breath, I held it though I’m not sure why.  It’s not like holding my breath would protect my insides from the sharpness of his blade.

As his muscled tensed, I dropped to the floor as Wally shot him in the back of the head. Blood and brains splattered everywhere and I wiped them from my face.

“One more attempt thwarted.”

Wally snorted, shook his head. “Tomorrow you are on your own. I got a dentist appointment.”

“But he’ll be back tomorrow,” I protested. “Isn’t my life worth more than your teeth?”

He smiled. “Hey, don’t feel bad. If you avoid him tomorrow, I’ve got your back on Friday.”

Friday, great, but better than nothing.