Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Hand”

~ John W. Howell

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCS

On one hand, waking to the sound of an alarm, the first thought was to make sure everyone was safe. On the other hand, the attempts to round up and evacuate those in the house were met with some degree of resistance. It was then that the source of the alarm was discovered. The coffee machine had somehow figured out how to copy the screech of the smoke detector. There it was screeching like a banshee. One touch of the trouble button disclosed the reason. The water level was low. Filling the reservoir caused the alarm to come to a sputtering halt. The halt acted like a signal for the two Baskerville hounds to cease their protestations.

Pressing the two coffee button soon gave me the liquid soothin’ syrup that promised to quell the hammer on anvil chorus that was playing in my head. After the third sip, another chorus joined the cacophony. It was the Westminster chime routine of the doorbell touching off another round of the Bark-You-to-St. Louis symphony. Throwing two stuffed toys into the soundproof room and slamming the door after the eager fetch-it twins brought peace back to the valley.

Checking the security monitor, all that was visible was the blurred outline of something running in a circle. The “Who’s there?”  challenge was answered with a “beep beep.” Knowing further communication was futile, the security system shutdown began.

The SWAT team needs to be put on standby. A quick text to the leader confirms that status. Also, the flight of A-10 Warthogs must be diverted. Another call to the commander puts that worry to rest. The SEAL team needs to be called off, and a call to the leader makes that possible. A call to the tow truck driver stops the deployment of an M1A1 Abrams Tank. The control panel simplifies the shutdown process of the security system. The boiling oil vats are put on standby, the turret mortars disengaged, the Trebuchet on safety, the concertina wire rolled, the Claymore mines reset, the tower Gatling guns on safety, the moat net dropped, the alligators fed, and the IEDs and shoulder-held rockets put away.  The Proton torpedoes switched off. The gamma ray beams covered. The high-powered maser guns switched to standby, and the nanorobots were chained in the basement. The locks on the door are thrown. And the door opened.

Running in a circle was a roadrunner bird. On one pass, an envelope flew out of the blur into my hand. It was from Linda Hill. A thanks you to the bird caused it to stop and raise one leg in the classic “Tip me” fashion. “Here’s a tip. Avoid all things ACME,” and slammed the door. I opened the envelope, and a note was inside. It read:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “hand.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2025/09/12/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-13-2025/

Hand by John W. Howell © 2025

“We need to hurry.”

“Why?”

“You ate up 500 words with that intro. Need to use as few as possible and get out of here.”

“Okay, call Uber.”

“Already did. It’s over there.”

Photo by Dan Antion

“Wow, that looks like a 1977 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme Brougham.”

“It’s hard to tell those rear sidelights look different.”

“Well, anyway, it is a nice ride.”

“I agree.”

“I have to hand it to you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“This one you got right.”

“Why, thank you. There is just one thing.”

“Oh no.”

“We just have to make some Uber Eats deliveries.”

“Doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Pastrami sandwiches.”

“Sounds good, actually.”

“Here is a clothespin.”

“Oh, come on.”

 

78 thoughts on “Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Hand””

  1. Another busy morning at the Howell household….it’s handy that you can handle stressful situations especially when they are lined up in threes like today!

    I have to hand it to you John you display great nerve control! 💜💜

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  3. Seth Rogen would approve of the pastrami but Walken is still hounding me for a trip to Katz’s. I’m definitely on board with a ride to the pub, but I cannot promise the pastrami will make it to its destination.

    Nice ride.

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      1. Lol. I must admit, I wrote a story for young children that included all of the give me hand versions I could think if. Thought it might work better for people learning English and were confused by our similar sounding but different meaning idioms.

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  6. I’m surprised the roadrunner didn’t put out a hand! And I’d probably eat the pastrami sandwiches before they could be delivered!

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  10. Ain’t modern technology grand??? Remind me never to come to your front door! If I ever get to your part of the country, I’ll call you and maybe we can meet at a coffee shop where I won’t have to worry about boiling oil, tanks, and warthogs!!! Fun post, John! ☺️

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  13. You know, I don’t think I’ve given enough thought to the effect delivering pastrami or sauerkraut would have on a vehicle. I imagine it would never be quite the same.

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  17. A clothes pin???

    Well, thank you!

    As a veggie I would need one to sit in a pastrami wagon.

    Hopefully the clothes pin isn’t needed for something engine related? I have tape!

    👗🧷 👔🧷 🩳🧷 🦺🎳

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