Back home after a week of family and fun, looking forward to sipping the hot frothy beverage that has been hailed through the centuries as one of the pillars of life. The machine finally presents me with ten ounces of heaven, and a stroll in the garden is top on the list.
Disengaging the security system, flipping the machine gun tower switch to stand by, powering back the concertina wire, and disarming the claymore mines renders the backyard clear for a walk.
Passing the array of flowers gives new meaning to the word “home.” It is clear that rest is a welcome thing after a journey of a thousand gins. While admiring a particularly gorgeous rose, a sense of not being alone comes over me. A quick turn brings me face to face with a Cheshire Cat smoking a hookah while drifting about three feet off of terra firma.
“You, John?” A funny question coming from a cat. The short reply, “yes,” seems to satisfy its curiosity since its smile becomes more extensive. The cat takes a drag of the hookah pipe and hands me an envelope. A Thanks to the cat is met by a nod and puff of smoke. Once the air is clear, that cat is nowhere to be found.
I open the envelope, and inside is a message from Linda Hill, which reads, Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “clear.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
If you would like to enjoy this frivolity, visit Linda Hill’s blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link, https://lindaghill.com/2022/05/20/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-21-2022
Clear by John W. Howell © 2022
“What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to start my airplane engine. You always yell out the window to ensure everyone knows to stay away from the propeller.”
“I don’t see an airplane.”
“I know. It’s my imagination.”
“Like that Cheshire Cat?”
“I’m starting to worry about you. It’s clear you are having some kind of event.”
“I’m just making sure I have the prompt covered.”
“I think you are in the clear on that.”
“Oh, thank you.”
“It wasn’t a compliment. You have me concerned.”
“Those tales about machine guns and concertina wire. I think you have some kind of bout with paranoia.”
“You wouldn’t think that if you had to put up with the characters that come a calling on Saturday.”
“Another issue getting harder to bear.”
“I said bear.”
“Just shoot me. Okay, I give. Who’s buying?”
“Whoever said beer first.”
“Okay, I’ll need to raise some cash. Know anyone who wants to buy a slightly used Cheshire Cat?”
“Never mind. I’ll buy.”