Getting past the coffee prep gave me zero problems. Sipping the fresh brew caused me to believe that there would be zilch to worry about on this beautiful Saturday morning. Then, as my feet hit the footstool on the back porch, the zip of a figure passed the corner of my eye. Thinking it, another eye floater caused a return to the peaceful reverie and aromatic cup.
“Excuse me.” The words crashed into my consciousness like a hammer through the front window. Looking at the figure before me sent a register to the brain that this was no floater but a person in overalls.
“Yes?” Was all that could be mustered as a response.
“We have a delivery for Fiction Favorites.”
Shaking my head to try and understand how this person got over the moat, past the towers, and through the concertina wire, words did not immediately form for delivery. Then, finally, the words lined up in some semblance of order and marched out of my mouth. “I am Fiction Favorites.” is how they presented themselves.
The guy in overalls nodded and then spoke into a phone, indicating that they had reached the right place. It was only then that the realization of a hovering helicopter came into focus. At least that answered the question of how the security was breached. A mental note was made to the effect of installing antiaircraft systems to prevent such an occurrence again.
After a few more words, a large box descended from the helicopter and gently landed on the turf. The guy handed me a clipboard pointing to a signature line. Being a victim of being told what to do forever, my signature was proffered as directed. The guy grabbed a line and was yanked into the belly door, and the entire machine disappeared.
I pulled the string that said “pull to open,” and about 100 multicolored balloons went skyward. Such a sight brought a smile while reaching for the note on the bottom of the box. It was, of course, from Linda Hill, and here’s what it said. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “zip, zero, zilch.” Use one, use ’em all, bonus points if you use all three. Have fun!
If you would like to have fun, go to Linda’s blog and read how easy t is. Here is the link.
Zip Zero Zilch by John W. Howell © 2022.
“Did you find out who the guy in overalls was?”
“No. It didn’t matter. I got the prompt.”
“Sometimes, you have zero sense.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you think your readers would like to know?”
“I think their interest would be zilch.”
“Why do you say that?”
“The whole idea is the prompt. It means zip on who delivers it.”
“Not from what I read when a Warner brothers character shows up.”
“Well, that’s different.”
“Those characters are loved. This was a guy making a delivery.”
“From a helicopter.”
“There is that, I guess.”
“Did you get any markings on the helicopter?”
“No. There wasn’t time.”
“What’s this about antiaircraft systems?”
“Like the rest?”
“Is VooDooRanger real?”
“Your turn to buy.”
“I didn’t mention something.”
“There were 24 bottles of VooDoo Ranger in the box.”
“Nope, and a box of Hanover sourdough hard pretzels.”
“You get paid for these endorsements.”
“No, I just know what I like.”
“Okay, then let’s go.”
“French onion or France?”
“Dip. What kind to go with the pretzels?”
“Where do you get dips.”
“Same place as the VooDoo Ranger.”
“Can we go now?”