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PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands
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As he lay upon the grassy knoll and gazed at the clouds
above, Kevin was aware of a face looking down upon him. He recognised it from the visions he had, the
voice booming down like the distant rumbling of thunder.
“Kevvo mate how ya goin? Ya lazy drongo get off ya bum and do something
ya slacker”.
Really? The big guy
in the sky nags likes all the Sheilas in his life.
“Don't get your knickers in a knot big guy, it’s all good”.
Kevin blew a cloud of smoke in the air.
“Damn this shit is good”.
“Damn this shit is good”.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100
I might not approve of what Kevin does but then fictional creations have a life of their own. Have made an update to the story to change it from the obvious to an implied reference now.
Here is the the link to the reference to the Beatle's song
It's a way to pass the time... :)
ReplyDeleteOne of the many ways ;-) Thanks for reading and commenting Sandra.
DeleteHope he doesn't go psychotic. Thanks for the music. I remember it well.
ReplyDelete(I think it's Sheilas, sport.)
Hopefully he won't, one never knows. Oops it is indeed 'Sheilas', thanks for picking up that typo Patrick.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteA perfect story for the prompt. Well done.
Aloha,
Doug
Thanks Doug, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteWonderful take on the prompt. Have another hit. Alicia
ReplyDeleteThank you Alicia I am glad you enjoyed the story.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteThanks for teaching me a new word. Sheilas I knew, drongo I didn't although in the context the meaning came through loud and clear. That's certainly an hallucination that took on a life of its own. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle this one came to me in a dream ;-)
DeleteThe title drew my attention on this one. Such a cute story. And timely.
ReplyDeleteThanks Shirley I am glad it did. Thanks for your comments.
DeleteIt is sad how hard people try to pass the time when in truth it is time that is passing them by minute by unstoppable minute. Beautifully captured within your self-inflicted fetters of a hundred words.
ReplyDeleteThanks Umashankar for your words of appreciation. Maybe one day I'll break these fetters again :-)
DeleteDon't Bogart That Joint, My Friend -- another great song title (from the movie Easy Rider) that would have went well with this prompt. Fun piece, Subroto.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments Russell, I won't Bogart that and will definitely look it up.
DeleteSo funny! Really enjoyed your take.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sarah, glad you liked it.
DeleteDear Subroto, Good job - and I suppose he was high on a joint or two. Good piece - although I wish I could have had a chance in my youth to indulge in it. Thanks! Nan :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading & commenting Nan. Personally I would never use it but as a fictional device it works :-)
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