The Unicorn Challenge.
A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.
Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.
Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.
To hear me read my story, just click here:
Beautiful Blonde
‘Follow Beautiful Blonde,’ the boss tells me.
‘Okay Boss,’ I say.
‘Don’t let her see you,’ he says, ‘I wanna know who she meets.’
‘Okay Boss,’ I say.
You don’t argue with my boss, he’s Capo of a major ‘family’.
Let him down and you feed da fishes.
Oh yeah, I’m a gangster.
I follow Beautiful Blonde for an eternity.
She hits every dress shop and shoe shop in town.
Then I lose her.
A moron driving a taxi (is that tautology?) cuts me up just as she dances round a corner.
I crawl along, peering in windows, but she’s nowhere to be seen.
Then a big limo, kinda like mine, pulls out abruptly from the kerb.
I ram it.
I curse, still trying to spot Beautiful Blonde, when two guys with guns leap out.
I feel they’re overreacting slightly, but when they start shooting, I take off.
A million bullets ping off the car which, fortunately, is designed for just this sort of situation.
The Boss is unamused.
I’m in the back room, with two of his henchmen, being prepared for a swim.
Then I hear Beautiful Blonde’s voice through the door.
‘Portuguese Tony’s men grabbed me,’ she twitters, ‘flung me into their car.’
‘Then Scotty bravely rammed them,’ she flutters, ‘and heroically drew their fire so I could escape!’
The Boss storms in, snarls, ‘Don’t just stand there, get him out of the concrete.’
Then, to me, he says, ‘No more bad puns, or you’ll be cod-fodder. ’
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And so, the fish go hungry for another day. Nice one!
Nah, somebody will give them ants’ eggs!
What The Boss don’t know…keeps the narrator safe from discovery. How long can their tryst remain undiscovered?
There was a tryst? I must insist I missed the tryst!
Just guessing…but it coulda (shoulda?) Happened, no? 😄
Fun story.😄
Thanks, Chris, happy to amuse!
Blondie saves the day. I love her twittering and fluttering pleas on Scotty’s behalf. And I’d like to know where she really was all day. I’ve got my suspicions. 🤔
Such a fun story. Love the voice. So glad Scotty will live another day – perhaps to tell another tale???
She just shopped till she dropped, Margaret!
Glad you enjoyed my wee tale.
“…being prepared for a swim” then “‘get him out of the concrete'”
I love it! You have such a way with words!
Thanks, Sally, I’m happy you picked up the little hints!
pulp fiction at it’s best!*
*I submit: “...is that tautology” This is precisely the difference between run-of-the-mill and good pulp (fiction). Fun stuff, yo
Thanks, Clark, I do like to do a wee bit satire among the tongue-in-cheek nonsense!
Thanks for noticing.
I loved the story and I didn’t see that ending happening. Nice job!
Thank you
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Your anti-hero does a nice – and most effective – line in exaggeration.
And the tongue-in-cheek, detached tone of the piece works really well.
Oops, what happened there?
I have a clear picture of Beautiful Blonde from the tone of the story – and all without a description of her – genius.
A special mention for your ‘twittering’ on the recording – priceless.
Still smiling at this one.
I think we all have our own image of the ditsy blonde, Jenne, so I leave it to each reader to insert their own into the story.
Glad to have amused you.