Mid-Week Blues-Buster Week 2.12

Welcome to the Mid-Week Blues-Buster Flash Fiction Challenge, Year 2, Week 12.

This is a flash fiction challenge. The prompt is a song. You are not required to write about or even mention the song. It’s there only to get the ideas moving around in your brain pan. If you want to write about the song (or the video- it’s all good here) go for it but don’t feel like you have to.

The rules;

500 words, but it’s a slushy 500, meaning you can go up to 700 or as low as 300.

Post your entry right in the comments section of this post.

MAKE SURE TO PUT YOUR TWITTER HANDLE NEXT TO YOUR WORD COUNT AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR POST. IF YOU’RE NOT ON TWITTER GIVE ME AN EMAIL ADDRESS OR SOME OTHER WAY TO GET A HOLD OF YOU!

The challenge starts whenever I post this on Tuesday and ends at MIDNIGHT Pacific Time on Friday. You read that right. Pacific Time.

This week’s song prompt comes to us courtesy of North Carolina’s Lake Side Dive.

The tune is… “You Go Down Smooth”. Here’s the link; http://youtu.be/_LTk7NAgvkw

This week’s Judge is last week’s champion… Eric Martell!

The challenge opens the moment you read this post and runs through MIDNIGHT PACIFIC TIME on FRIDAY JUNE 6th.

Now… go write!!!

 

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Posted on June 3, 2014, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. The Weight of Love

    Tommy felt it the second the Angel appeared. He stuck his head around the door jamb and caught sight of Uriel sitting at the bar pouring himself a double of the most expensive Scotch in the place.

    “Just help yourself dude.” Tommy walked out of the stock room grabbing his smokes from the back bar on his way to grab himself a glass. “You’re looking a little rough around the edges Uri.”

    The dark haired man threw back most of the Scotch in one gulp, “Yeah. Been a long couple of weeks but then you know that don’t ya?”

    Tommy had the good grace to look a little chagrined, “I got nothing to do with it Uri, you should know that and I’m sorry it’s tearing you up.”

    Uri reached for Tommy’s smokes pausing for permission. Tommy pushed them towards him, “I have to find them before He does or it’s going to be ugly.”

    “I know and it’s unbelievable you would even make the effort but I don’t think they’ll come here.” Then just to make a liar of him the door slowly opened and Tommy’s breathtaking first wife pushed her way into the bar. Tommy rolled his eyes to the ceiling shaking his head.

    “I stand corrected.” He looked hard at Uri then sighed, “I’ll make up the back room and then head upstairs. Try to not burn the place down.” Tommy disappeared into the storeroom shutting the door firmly behind him.

    Uriel dropped his head to his chest and then cut his eyes to his left to look at the beautiful auburn haired woman standing with her back pressed to the door.

    Lilith shot the Jukebox a look and suddenly You Go Down Smooth by Lake Street Dive started playing. Uriel barked a laugh and a smile spread on Lilith’s sweet lips.

    He stood up and held his arms wide and she ran to him leaping into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist landing a kiss that shook him down to his boots. When they finally came up for air he set her down gently and leaned over the bar and found her bottle of Bushmills and poured her a shot as she settled herself on the stool next to him and then dropped her head onto his shoulder.

    “Where the hell have you been Lil?”

    “Oh you know, around.”

    He sighed, “Darlin’ do you have any idea the chaos you and little Evie have stirred up?”

    She lifted her head and sipped her whiskey, “I do,” she turned to face him, “do you know how close she was to fading completely? Uri, we don’t even know what would happen if she managed to actually will herself into oblivion. But I doubt it would good for any of us, least of all her. Not to mention what it would do to our fine Bartender up there.”

    Uriel closed his eyes and once again felt the burden of Free Will and how the concept seemed to lurk just beyond actuality for him. Guarding Lilith had changed him and it was both terrible and wonderful. He shuddered under this conflict every single time he danced around his need to serve God and his need to please this woman. He knew he couldn’t be in love. He wasn’t made to be in love with a human and certainly not this human. He had tried to convince himself that he didn’t want her that she wasn’t anything but his job…but he was a lousy liar even to himself. He took a deep breath and stood up.

    “Come on darlin’. I’m sure Tommy’s safely upstairs by now and we both have to be gone from here before Mike figures it out.”

    She stood and held his hand, pausing, “Uri, you don’t…I just needed…” her eyes started to fill with tears. He pulled her to him whispering, “No worries love. I can carry it for a while longer. To be able to hold you in my arms I can carry it.”

    @MissBliss
    Words: 670 not including title

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  2. Overly Attached Delivery
    333 words, @BryantheTinker

    “Delivery for Mr. Wellerton.” said the slightly bored driver, with hardly a glance up from his clipboard, dancing text reflecting off his glasses as he looked at the rest of the day’s schedule.

    “Finally. Just drop it off over here, please.” He just about beamed with anticipation as the large crate was wheeled into position. As the wooden panels came off, and the bubble wrap fell away, the sharp clean lines of a recharging station were revealed. Inside, as the last slat fell away, movement caught the light. With a series of clicks and whirs, a pile of metal and motors stepped out into the room.

    “At last. I thought I’d never get here. I ordered a human weeks ago. Pleased to meet you.” explained the latest of household companions, the Partner line.

    “Hold on now. You can’t have ordered me. I ordered you, see, and you’re right on time. I need you to begin working right away.”

    “Ah, but would it be true to say that I ordered you, as well as you ordering me. After all, I put in for a relatively kind human who treats me right. I’m afraid to need you so, but you see, you’ve already gone to my head.” the robot literally shone as it began tidying up the tiny apartment.

    Tom had heard about the imprinting process, and in fact, it was why he had gone ahead with the order, even though it broke the bank. After all that society threw at him, it would be worth it to have someone to come home to. Someone to rely on.

    “You’re right, I imagine. Now, enough of that for now. Please, just come sit by me and tell me the days news feed.” Tom leaned back in his easy chair, not even aware that he’d created yet one more problem in his cluttered life.

    “Very well, but afterward, I really must insist on making some changes around here. After all, this place certainly needs a robot’s touch.”

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