Down the Hatch - FF #5

 

“Finally Free - #5” - Prediction challenge for July 11, 2024

3 word prompt - hatch, toss, uncertain – 100 words or less

“Down the Hatch” - FF # 5 

Neither praying nor fireworks had helped Sheriff Wilkins’ frame of mind. The uncertainty of what might be coming ate at him. Was Martha, dead Caleb and the livestock deaths to become a dark rabbit hole or just a convergence of unrelated events?

 “Wilky?”

A hand rested on his shoulder and made him jump. Wilkins turned.

Neighbor Jerry stood holding a tray holding a jug and two tumblers containing what looked suspiciously like moonshine.

“Thought you might like to toss back a couple shots of my best ‘shine.”

Jerry handed Wilky a glass and raised his own glass.

“Down the hatch.”

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Had a bit of a struggle with this 100 words. The prompt words were not an issue. It was .... well, I am just not sure what held it up other than each time I was sure it was done, I rethought the point I wanted to make or the flow, Hell, this is the 5th rendition of this serial entry. I just had to stop and move on.

The musical choice gave me trouble too. I wanted to share some music I am told I used to rock out to at the age of 3 and 4. The strongest radio station in the Colorado Springs in the early 1950s was a country station out of Denver. Country and Bluegrass were my first music. And though I would later include a wide variety of musical genres to my quiver, the old country and bluegrass have never left . Here are the Stanley Brothers with their version of "Mountain Dew". Not about a soft drink however. 

A Mindless Group - WWP #371

 

"A Mindless Group" - Weekend Writing Prompt #371 – Timorous - 54 words

A mindless trio of rhinoceros bounded my way

I felt they would not eat me

As Google contended they fed herbivorously

I stood my ground, sure I was safe

But as they came closer

The ground heaved and shook so vigorously

I began to feel mildly timorous

For being such an obviously oblivious ignoramus

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People go online and if they hang out long enough, they find something that sucks them in and will not let them go. They cannot help themselves. Whatever the something is; a game site, group site, a writing site, they are not happy until they have had that daily fix, weekly or even monthly fix. 

I have a couple of games I sometimes play. Word related entertainment though, is my itch. Crossword puzzles, letter boxes, find the groups and flash fiction and poetry are my weaknesses, addictions, internet substance abuses. If I am not dickin around with words in one form or another, I am not happy.

I have never planned to monetize my writing. First of all, making money writing is easier said than done and once money enters the equation, that indicates writing is now labor and could easily turn into drudgery or worse, something I only do for the money.

I write because it makes me think, which in turn keeps everything else I have on board running like a an almost finely tuned old analog wind up clock. Writing keeps the pace in my brain on those manic days down to a dull roar. On the Depressive days, writing can help me climb out of it sooner than later.

I don't pretend to be any good or even in the ball park of good. It does not matter. I am having fun and that is all that matters.

Keep it 'tween the ditches .................................

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Figured finding a song about or containing Rhinosceros or is it Rhinoseri, then maybe it should be Rhinosceroses..... we'll let the Rhinos decide. I quickly , like almost instantly within five minutes or so, this Jazzy tune from Jon Gomm caught my attention. Excellent instrumental by again, an artist I never knew existed. Here is "Dance of the Last Rhino", by Jon Gomm. Enjoy mellow or loud, it works well on all levels.

Pirate - Sammi weekend challenge - #370

Blackbeard knew his time was up when he saw Lt. Robert Maynard step onto the quarterdeck of his destroyed frigate, “Queen Anne’s Revenge”. Two sailors carrying an empty hogshead barrel followed which they set next to him.

Blackbeard did not move. He stood tall and smiled. “So, this is it. ….. Get on with it.”

The sailors bent Blackbeard over the barrel. The lieutenant drew his cutlass and without a word, decapitated Edward Teach.

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I went through a "pirate phase" when I was a kid living in Tampa, Florida. Local pirate legend "Gasparilla" was championed up and down the west coast of Florida. His fictional story got me started and I spent many hours at the libraries near me learning what I could about pirates and all the swashbuckling they carried out as they fought the good fight against the imperialist Euro trash nations from across the Atlantic. 

Loved the prompt. I immediately turned to the moment when Edward Teach was killed, having read so many tales about the last moments of his life.

When I was looking for an appropriate tune for this piece of Flash Fiction, I sifted through obnoxious tunes, timely tunes and finally settled on an excellent rendition of a Whaling Sea shanty, "Old Maui", by The Dreadnaughts. Excellent harmonies.

After rediscovering sea shanties again after so many years, naturally, I had to spend a few hours listening to some I remembered and more that I had never heard before. Here for an encore are the Dreadnaughts with their ribald shanty, "Sally Brown".

4th of July - FF #4

The Prediction – Finally Free #4 – 100 words

Due Midnight Thur, 4th July – Prompts – Delirious, Open Song

4^th of July – Finally Free #4

Sheriff Wilkins sat back in his lawn chair, rubbed his bloated belly and opened a beer. He thought that might be the best barbecue he had ever grilled. His guests seemed to agree. They laid or sat in a culinary stupor waiting for the fireworks coming up.

Wilkins could not relax. Martha King's recent delirium and break from reality would not let him rest. Closing his eyes, Martha’s anguished face, her body wrapped in a strait jacket, was all he could see.

Like he did in Sunday school so many years ago, Wilky began to quietly sing “The Lord’s Prayer”.

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There is only one tune fitting for "The 4th of July" and it is Jimi Hendrix's interpretation of America's National Anthem. Still gives me chills after all these years. What I find ironic is that when Jimi played this at Woodstock in 1969, the anal retentive panty bunching conservatives of that era called him a commie and a traitor for disrespecting the anthem like he did. Today, the Right Wingin MAGA maniacs have tried to steal it and make it their own.

 My opinion then is the same as it is now. Jimi's version is the best version ever.