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    Default One A Day (writing's good for you!)

    Our other prompt threads sometimes take a while, so this is a prompt-a-day thread, meant for knee-jerk reactions and raw, unpolished work. You'll only have one day to get your answer up, and then we're moving on. You won't 'win' here, only tag the next person. This is creative writing for creative writing's sake.

    I'll start, and when I write my question, I'll go ahead and tag the next person, so they can know to post the following morning. Hopefully we can keep this moving and have some fun, too!

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    You're traveling in a rental car when you hear the thumping of a flat tire. You pull over and discover the thumping is not coming from a flat, but from your trunk. What - or who - is making the noise? How'd it get there? Would you let it/him/her out?

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    sounds like a nice idea carol, the prompt-a-day. one question before i reply to the prompt...what if the taggee is not online to know they were tagged?


    "I told you to lay down and behave yourself. You should have listened. I told you to be quiet. I told you to stop eating things," I muttered to myself, addressing her.

    She was out of control. She was fussing, crying, moving around. It was making me crazy. I had a long drive ahead of me, and a long drive behind me, and I just couldn't stand another minute of it with her on the back seat. Up, down, up, down, cry, whimper, chew the seat cushion, chew the seat belt, chew the door handle. That was all she had done for the last three hours of driving.

    So, in a pull-my-hair out, chain smoke, chew fingernail moment, I had pulled into a service area, gotten Nyx out of the car, and shoved her into the trunk.

    And she still wasn't settling down any. And I was starting to feel bad. I'm supposed to be a pro. What the he-- was I thinking? It was wrong, wrong, wrong. OK. I need to get her out of there. I need to calm down. I reach for the keys to open the trunk, and all of a sudden my hand glows red, then blue, then red, then blue. Red and blue lights swirling. Six police cars take up positions around me. Spotlights and flashlights blind me. A helicopter hovers, drowning out the thump-thump of a restless dog.

    After some hasty discussion with me and with each other, the police handcuff me, deposit me in the back of one of their cars, and head off to open the trunk of my car themselves. It seems the abandoned section of the service station wasn't as abandoned as I had thought. Someone had seen me, and had called the cops.

    I cried. I knew what I had done was wrong. Now I was ruined. Jail, newspaper headlines, friends whispering--I would never own another animal. My whole existence was coming to an end.

    The trunk popped open. One of the cops reached in and helped her climb out. Through my tears, I now understood, yet I was even more confused, by what I saw. They weren't taking a dog out of my car. It was a woman. Mid-twenties, blonde, blue eyes. I had never seen her before. The woman looked at me, then I heard her say to one of her rescuers, "All she ever called me was bit--."

    I shook the cobwebs from my head. I thought, Well, yea. You were a female dog, by definition, a bit--. I looked again, hoping the woman had been a hallucination. She stood there, talking to the police. As she leaned forward, her shirt rose up in the back, exposing a small area of her back.

    Scales???

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    Quote Originally Posted by corgipower View Post
    sounds like a nice idea carol, the prompt-a-day. one question before i reply to the prompt...what if the taggee is not online to know they were tagged?

    How about when somebody tags you, as I just did to Jean, we bombard them with pm's until they respond? (beware Jean!) If the tagger doesn't hear relatively soon, then he or she has plenty of time to choose someone else. Either that, or we all find out where the taggee lives and we sneak over to egg their house.

    Let's just figure it out as we go. Nothing's ever easy, you know. We can make this whatever works; I'm not all that big on rules for rules sake.

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    nice response, Corgi!

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    got the message folks!

    will submit my answer and post the next question and tagee by 4am friday morning. gotta run out again in five mins.

    like the idea of one-a-day. it seems ok if you don't get an answer in within the time limit we all are very interested to read what a peep has at a later date. we all seem to enjoy how everyone treats each prompt. better late than never.

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    Default In the trunk of my Dar...er, Car...

    Was that thumping I heard? I pulled the car over to the side of the road and got out, running quickly around the front, then the passenger side--hmmm...no flats! Then I heard the thumping again. Oh no---it was coming from the trunk.
    Damn.
    He was supposed to be dead. Now what?

    I thought fast. Dumping the car without going over it to wipe off all my prints would be suicidal. Fire would be dangerous--this was a wooded area and we'd had little rain this year. I might destroy an entire ecology. I had the credit cards, and the maps--maybe if I just drove until he starved to death? Wow--that might be a very long drive. What to do? What to do?

    The ocean? Too shallow--at least where the car would have to go in. I couldn't drive it into deep enough water, that wouldn't work. And there were no bridges around. Might cause somewhat of a stir if I tried to drive the car off one, anyway. No jetties. No docks. Water was out. Cliffs? In the midwest? Hah. I'd have to drive to California for that. And I didn't have time. I also doubted I could stand that thumping for such a long trip.

    Doggone it! If only he hadn't told me during that book signing--"there is no answer--it's all a hoax!" I don't think I've ever been so angry. No, I really don't think I have. Hmmmm.... the book....maybe there was a solution....

    I reached into the front seat. Grabbed the tattered paperback and flipped to the back, to those fakey "antique" pages. Hmmmph. So pretentious. Hoax indeed. I leafed through them, tearing them out as I looked for one in particular--and let them fly like gossamer wings on the wind until I found the one I wanted. Yes, this one was it. My last chance. I turned and faced the rear of the car, boring holes through the trunk with my eyes.

    Then, in full voice, and with all my conviction, I spoke:

    Ground will shake
    And none can pass

    I felt the ground begin to tremble beneath my feet and stepped back--it was actually working! I went on:

    This spell to make (I took one more deep breath and yelled loudly)

    A DEEP CREVASSE!

    I watched as the ground literally cracked open in front of the car, which was still running. Then, creeping up to the edge, I looked down into the chasm I'd created. It was so deep you couldn't see the bottom. Perfect!!

    I leaned through the window and pushed the gearshift into D;
    and watched as the car--carrying four banker's boxes full of notes and research and the still thumping tied up figure of Michael Stadther in my trunk--fell into the canyon and disappeared.

    I brushed some dirt off my jeans smoothed down my hair, and turned and walked back to town.

    He should never have told me.
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    I’d have to say it wasn’t a good day. Honestly, it wasn't a good week. Traveling here and there, visiting this upset client and that one, getting yelled at. The rental car stank of the fast food wrappers that I’d thrown into the back seat and the cigarettes I’d snuffed out in the ashtray. To top it off, the air conditioner stopped working. In Jacksonville, Florida. In August. I just didn’t have the time to go back to the rental car agency and change cars, and besides, my trip was almost over.

    I was driving back to the hotel after meeting with my last client for this trip. “Too expensive” “Not quick enough” “Where’s your service” – blah, blah, blah. Same old story. I was used to it, though, since my company was in a downward spiral. So I was for that matter. I was tired of it all, which impacted my attitude, which made me more tired, etc. You know the story.

    THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. What in the world? I thought. It sounded like a flat tire, but the car wasn’t out of control. Just to be safe, I pulled over to the side of the toll way, got out of the car and walked around it to see which tire had blown. All four tires seemed ok – they looked full and they felt full. Letting out the deep breath I’d been holding in, I relaxed a little. I did NOT feel like changing a tire in the dark on the toll way.

    It was a waste of time to be standing on the side of the road when I could be going back to the hotel and enjoying, if you will, a room service dinner. But before I could walk back around to the front door, the sound started up again. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. It came from the trunk of the car.

    “Hello!” I shouted while standing about ten feet from the trunk. There was no answer. I came in a little closer, “Are you ok in there?” Still no answer. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. I was startled when the pounding first started, then I got a little scared. But now I was just plain mad. Something like this at the end of an unpleasant trip? Just when I’m looking forward to going home and more unpleasantness? You have got to be kidding me, I thought, I don’t care what’s in there. It’s coming out. Now.

    I thought briefly about what kind of weapons I could improvise. Laptop? Too cumbersome. Pens and pencils? Sure, I’ll stick something in its eye. Tire iron? It’s in the trunk, fool. Screw it. I’ll take it on with my bare hands. I psyched myself up to open the trunk and slowly reached out my hand.

    And pushed the trunk release button on the key fob. From twenty feet away. The trunk slowly opened, like a door in an old horror movie. Then I saw a white hand grip the edge of the car, followed by another white hand. The hands were slowly, oh so deliberately, positioning themselves on the rim of the trunk, clenching, preparing for a sudden leap towards me. I was sure of it.

    And out leapt a clown. He bowed before me, sticking his leg out ludicrously. Standing up tall, he put his finger beside his nose and looked to the sky. Reaching into his sleeve, he pulled out a bouquet of fake flowers. He placed the flowers on the ground and walked towards the woods bordering the toll way!

    Watching him walk away, I was completely dumbfounded. So much so that I didn’t see another clown crawl out of the trunk. By the time I stared at this one, he had pulled out five balls and was juggling them. Smiling at me, he stopped and placed the balls on the ground next to the flowers.

    More clowns came out of the trunk – each did a trick, placed it on the ground and walked away. An infinity of colored handkerchiefs. A black top hat with an impossibly white rabbit. A squeaky bicycle horn. Even a unicycle! And then they were all gone into the woods, or the darkness, or wherever they had come from.

    I chuckled as I put all of their tricks and equipment into the back seat, wondering how I was going to explain this one. No, I decided, I wasn’t even going to try to explain it.

    There is still magic in the world. It’s so rare that it shouldn’t be rationalized. Just enjoy it as it happens.

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    Quote Originally Posted by shecrab View Post
    Fire would be dangerous--this was a wooded area and we'd had little rain this year. I might destroy an entire ecology.
    ROF!!LMAO!! i love it! love it love it love it!!

    especially the idea that an angry trover in a homicidal rage stops to care about the ecosystem

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    very cool nodon

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    After the long trip to the airport with my father speaking soooooooo slowly about the horrors of flying. After the nationwide threat level went from red to yellow because that dark haired bearded guy wouldn't take his white stained black shoes off for security. And after they deiced the aircraft for the FIFTH time I was finally headed to a much needed vacation in the Florida Keys.

    The flight was great. Getting my luggage went fast. And my luxury car rental went off easy. Now all I had to do was drive to my friends bungalow on the beach. This was going to be FREEKIN FANTASTIC!!!!

    I was so glad it was daylight so finding my way was really easy. I had printed off about four different driving directions. Yahoo maps messed this up, Google maps messed that up and who knows who sponsors Mapquest so you can tour the most out of the way places possible. As I drove I knew I needed no maps. Where the hell could I make a wrong turn. So there I was driving with the windows open so I could get that whiff of salty sea air and could actually feel the gentle arc as I made my way southwest to my destination. Loved it!

    It was on that stretch of road that I heard what sounded like a blown tire. I braced myself remembering not to jam on the breaks and grabbing the steering wheel with all my strength only to find the car driving incredibly smoothly. Whew! Thought I was gonna have to fight not going off the side of the road with no control. I really need to stop speeding at sometime in my life.

    Then there it was again. That sound. And I knew I would just have to pull over to the side of the road. I was of course on Route 1. And smack dab between Conch Key and Duck Key according to all my maps. As I sat there no noise. Waited until it looked ok to get some speed up and merge into traffic. Took off and twump. Stopped. Twump. Waited. No noise.

    This went on for about 600 feet. On the side of the road. It started to creep me out and I just didn't have the nerve to get out and look into the trunk where obviously the noise was coming from. Thought I heard a sigh there too! Did I?

    Tried again. Twump! Sigh! Twump! Sigh! Allrighty then you simple son of a........! I AM GETTING OUT NOW!!!!!

    Then I heard a very loud sigh then a hiss and jumped back into the car. Decided to pop the trunk with the handy dandy lever INSIDE the son of a you know what. I see the trunk pop up but see nothing in my side mirrors. So I decide to be a total wuss and take off with the trunk flailing along the way. I hear horns honking and feel something dragging behind the car. I start to cry and pull over. Hear a loud clank and something slide under my back tire. Feel the movement as I drive over a lump back there. Stop the car. Sit for a moment and see people running up to the car in my side mirrors. I finally get out. Slowly walk to the back of the car. Almost crying hysterically. And those cruel people standing back there laughing. Loudly!!! WTH!!!

    As I finally and painstakingly slowly pass the rear door window I see what was going on. Evidentially the previous renter left something there and the rental company never removed it. A self pumping dingy that had a life of its own was dragging behind the car. What I had heard was the pump that had gotten loose and flopped around back there with every turn I had made. After a few bumps the pump started up. Boy when you hear a familiar sound in an unfamiliar setting it really can be creepy.
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