I’m late.
I’m late. For a very important . . . For my normally scheduled Wednesday
posting. The honey-do list ate up my morning so I am just the tinniest (if you
call four hours tiny) bit late.
Last week I
was nominated for the Addictive Blogging Award by Carrie Sorensen over at Chasing Revery. And even though
she was the one who nominated me, I mentioned her blog anyway because I love
her picture prompt.
For this
week the challenge is to take the picture below and come up with a story, under
500 words, and that incorporates: Needle, Wisdom, Planet, Beach, and Scandal.
Wow. Those
five words just don’t seem to fit the picture at all. I guess that’s where the
challenge comes in. And below is my attempt to scramble a story together.
Al patted
Ol’ Feller on the back. He didn’t know if either one of them could make the
trip to Pine Valley .
Rescue work was something better left to young folks. Al and Feller were just a
pair of ornery cusses that liked their solitude. But they were the only ones
close enough to reach the lost campers in time.
A quick check of the supplies before he
strapped them to pack Feller carried, and then they were out in the snow. Al
figured it’d take most of the day to cross Parker Ridge and get down to where
the campers were trapped.
Everything
was covered in white. The road, his cabin, even the trees had snow packed atop
the branches, hiding the green needles
beneath it. He didn’t understand why someone would want to camp in the snow.
The dangers of being buried under an icy blanket by a blizzard aside, it seemed
a greater wisdom this time of year
to spread out a blanket on some beach
in the tropics.
On occasion
it seemed like city folk might be from some alien planet for all the strange thinking that they did. Not that he was
rightly smarter than any of them, but he felt that he had a decent enough
amount of horse sense. And Ol’ Feller had even more than him.
The trip
took most of the day. By time he spotted the bright orange material of their
tent the sun had already reached the top of the western peaks of Pine
Valley . Al and Feller called out to
the campers when they got closer. No use spooking them. No use getting shot by
some nervous tourists either.
“Anyone
about?”
Rustling
sounds came from inside the tent. No doubt they had heard him. Al politely
waited a discreet distance from the tent for them. After another minute, or so,
the zipper on the tent flap went – ZZZZZZTTT. A man poked his head out.
“Who are
you?”
“The name’s
Al.” He tipped his hat. “A message came in over the radio that you were trap
and needed help. Feller and me brought you some supplies and when you are ready
we can walk you back to my cabin.”
“Excellent,”
said the man. He pulled his head back into the tent. “We’re rescued man. Let’s
get out of here.”
More
rustling sounds emanated from the tent. Then stopped. “No way,” said another
voice in the tent. Deep. Male. “Imagine the scandal back home if the rest of the guys find out we had to be
rescued. We’ll never hear the end of it. We’re staying.”
“Well, can
we at least take the supplies he brought?”
“No.”
A moment
later the man poked his head back out of the tent. “Thank you very much for
your assistance, but we’ll be fine.”
“Alright.”
Al shook his head and smiled. It took all kinds. He turned to head back home
and noticed the man waving his hand to get his attention. The man mouthed the
words – “Please come back tomorrow.”
Ha ha!! I love the ending to this!! I can totally see a pride filled guy denying help like that! I love that last line too. :)) Thanks for joining in this week!!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I enjoy the prompts and try to join as often as I can.
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