Out of coffee beans was the message on the machine. Time to switch from Columbian to French Roast. Filling the reservoir brought a tweak of excitement in anticipation of a new dark roast flavor. Sure enough, when the process is activated, the machine seems to be in a similar frame of mind. No hesitation, and within seconds, the 10 ounces of life-saving Elixer was delivered into the cup.
With a shaking hand, the cup reaches the mouth for the first sip of the unique blend. Slowly the brain picks up the cues of deep taste, aroma, and mind-altering chemical rush. Yes, indeed, this is heaven on Earth.
Sitting with the coffee and laptop and just starting to go through the day’s mail, there was a crash sound that seems like what a falling bus would sound like if it landed in the backyard. Why that sound is familiar is a piece of irony and a story for another time.
Getting up from my comfort and hazarding a look into the backyard, there was no surprise in seeing a big yellow iron bus buried up to the hubcaps in the turf. A sigh escaped my lips since it appears that an investigation would be necessary. “First finish the coffee” was an order from the brain department. A second or two after returning to my seat, the doorbell rings.
What the hell good is it to put a sign on the doorbell not to ring it when every Tom, Dick, and Harry ignores the sign? Theseare the thoughts as I pull Twiggy and Lucy from the ceiling. The front door requires a disarming procedure which takes a few minutes. The door finally gives way, and a stranger asks. “Have you seen a bus anywhere around here?”
“Elmer Fudd?” The question shoots out of my mouth before the brain can catch it. The answer is a surprise. The character declines to admit he is Elmer Fudd but hands me an envelope and tips his hunting hat. “That Waskely Wabbit took my bus, and if you see it or him, tell him he is on the menu for tonight.”
Rather than get involved, I thanked Elmer for the envelope and slowly shut the door. The bus will have to wait while the envelope receives full attention. No surprise, it is from Linda Hill with a message inside. The message reads. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “iron(y).” Use “iron,” use “irony,” or use both. Use them any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Have fun!
If you would like to have fun, just go to Linda’s blog and read how. Here is the link.
Iron(y) by John W. Howell © 2022
“So you burned up all our time with that silly story.”
“Had to be told.”
“Iron bus in the backyard.”
“Funny visual, wouldn’t you say.”
“Good thing there is no fact-checker on this blog.”
“It’s fiction, remember.”
“Yeah, but a falling bus.”
“The irony here is how do you get a bus out of your backyard?”
“Let’s not even go there. so the prompt is iron?”
“Iron and irony. Got em both. Bonus cha-ching.”
“Which reminds me.”
“Iron City beer. Ever hear of it?”
“Of course. The producer is from Pittsburgh.”
“Think we can get some?”
“The pub master can certainly tell us.”
“The irony is we need someone to tell us if the beer is available.”
“Rather than what?”
“Sitting drinking it.”
“Good point. Let’s go.”