I was taking a break during my bike ride and having a sip of water. Then, looking out over the scenic countryside, I spotted a cloud of dust heading in my direction. I thought it strange that a cloud of dust would appear in a neighborhood that was completely paved. But, since I figured it would be another one of those fictional engagements, I decided to go with the flow. Sure enough, coming around the bend was a wagon train being led by Ward Bond on horseback. “Hey, partner,” he yelled down at me.”You know of a place where we can make camp for the night?” As luck would have it, our park was free of weekend activities, so I gave him directions. “Much obliged,” he said. He then gave a sign to the wagons to follow him, which they all did.
It was about four hours before the last wagon came ambling by where I was standing with my bike. A young man walking beside the wagon came over and handed me an oilcloth-wrapped parcel. I tried to tell him I didn’t expect a present, but he insisted I keep the package. Once the wagon was out of sight, I unwrapped the parcel and found two things. The first was a block of pemmican. The second, a piece of parchment paper with a message. The message read, Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “luck.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Yes, I did want to follow the train to the park and maybe learn about crossing the plains, but I knew it was just a figment of someone’s imagination and probably would be a waste of time. It sure seemed real, though. I did try the pemmican and can tell you not to bother. The smell alone will get ya.
If you want to enjoy, go to Linda Hill’s blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2021/08/13/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-aug-14-2021/
Luck by John W. Howell © 2021
“Here we are on Saturday.”
“So, what’s the prompt?”
“What you got?”
“If it wasn’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.”
“It’s a song.”
“Oh. For a minute, I thought I was going to be forced to have an interdiction for you.”
“Nope, everything’s okay. I’m going to sing the song.”
“Number one. You can’t sing.”
“Number two, There’s beer at the pub calling our name.”
“You got a three?”
“Let’s hear it.”
“Our word count allocation is up.”
“It’s that stupid intro. Eats word like they were free.”
“So let’s go.”
“Can I hum the song?”
“Sure, if you want to ride on the roof of the car.”
“Let me think about it.”
“Only you would say that.”