
To contrast a standard coffee maker to this one is like comparing a steam locomotive to a bullet train. The locomotive gets the job done over time, but the bullet train delivers results immediately. So with that praise of the coffee machine, the two-button press delivers a double coffee in seconds. The first sip stops the air-hammer-on-concrete sound of caffeine withdrawal in my brain. The second brings the predictable crescendo of a load of cymbals hitting the ground after being shoved off a cliff sound of the Westminster Chime of the doorbell, coupled with the baying of Igor’s hounds. A quick toss of two Benny Bones and a slam of the door to the soundproof room traps Tempeste and Twiggy and produces the silence is golden moment prior to the incursion.
A check of the monitor shows the image of someone who looks like Porkey Pig with a clipboard and an envelope. A quick check verifies the need for a signature so with a sign the security system shout down process is begun.
The B-2 bomber squadron and the F-35 escort must be called off. One call does it. The tank corps and gunboats are told to stand by. The Apache helicopters are rerouted. The electric shock fence is turned off. The drawbridge over the quicksand is lowered. The robot attack dogs returned to their charging station. The laser-guided machine guns on the roof are set to caution. The nest filled with rattlesnakes put away. The bucket filled with 1000 marbles is locked down. The tear gas canisters shut off. The electrified welcome mat set to off. The fall-away sidewalk into the pit filled with spikes is locked. The hornet’s nest closed. The water cannons are set to safety. Bear traps are set to off. The front door is open.
The pig hands me the clipboard and envelope. The clipboard is returned after signature. The pig has a cloven hoof extended in the classic ‘tip request’ pose. I gave him an excellent tip. “A good plan executed now is better than a perfect plan next week.” Not waiting for his reply, the front door now separates us.
I open the envelope and see a message from Linda Hill. It reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “contrast.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2026/05/08/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-9-2026/
Contrast by John W. Howell © 2026
“So what was the purpose of comparing the coffee machines?”
“The prompt is contrast, and I wanted to pull it in early.”
“Well, you did that for sure. Say, do I detect a different security system ashut down.”
“Yes you do. My pal Tom Okragly helped me out with that.”
“Why change?”
“I figured folks were getting tired of the old one is all.”
“How did you know that?”
“I put a line in last weeks that if someone spotted the line, I would give them an Amazon gift card.”
“No one did?”
“Nope.”
“Are you telling the truth?”
“No I’m pulling your leg. I just had a feeling.”
“Okay so we’ll see how this one plays.”
“That’s the idea.”
“Are you thinking of changing the pub visit.”
“No that stays. We get to use some unusual rides and that is fun. Speaking of which.”
“Uber is over there.’

Photo courtasy of Tom Okragly
“Nice. A 1958 Buick Roadmaster convertable. With a big catch I’m sure.”
“Just a small catch.”
“What’s that?”
“We have to ride with the top down in the strawberry festival parade.”
“Is that all?”
“Well you have to smile and wave.”
“I can do that.”
“And wear this hat.”
“Wait a minute. That’s a giant strawberry.”
“It’s not real.”
“I know that, but look how stupid I look.”
“So?”
“I’m a world famous author. I can’t be looking stupid.”
“The words from your mouth just confirmed the hat is a good fit.”





















