The blessed coffee machine generously gives up its treasure without nary a peep. Sipping the revitalizing fluid generates a lightning flash in the Morpheus stunned brain. It comes with the melodious and, if truth be known, ominous cords of the calliope. The circus must still be in the backyard.
Racing to the back confirms the worst case. The large tent is still in place and filled with what appear to be hundreds of spectators. Phil Harris’ electronic voice echoes throughout the interior space.” Ladies and Gentlemen and children of all ages. I now direct your attention to the center ring where our very own Wile E. Coyote and the Roadrunner will attempt on the high wire a feat that has never been attempted before.”
A hush comes over the crowd, and a lone spotlight picks up Wile E. Coyote precariously balanced on a bicycle high up in the tent’s rarified air on a taught wire. There is no net, so death-defying takes on a new meaning. He is holding a rocket from the ACME Bird Blasting Company. The Roadrunner is at the other end of the wire, and it appears that she intends to run straight at Wile while continuing to maintain balance.
The music reaches a crescendo, and the Roadrunner begins her run. Wile engages the rocket fuse and takes aim at the Roadrunner. As the distance closes, the rocket ignites, and Wile struggles to hold it for a last-minute adjustment. Unfortunately, he does so for a second too long as the afterburner kicks in, and the rocket and Wile punch through the tent ceiling and are last seen acting out the “Rockets Red Glare” lyrics from the Star Spangled Banner.
A “beep beep” causes me to jump two feet and realize the Roadrunner is behind me. Once turning, she hands me an envelope. Then, with another “beep beep,” she is gone. We all know the drill. It’s from Linda Hill. The message reads, Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with gen.” Find a word that starts with “gen” and use it in your post. Have fun!
If you want to have fun, visit Linda’s blog and read how easy it is. While there, you can read some other posts with today’s prompt. Here’s the link. https://lindaghill.com/2023/04/07/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-8-2023/
Starts with Gen by John W. Howell © 2023
“Okay, I hope this is the last circus bit.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“I still don’t get it. This is your blog, yet you act like you are a victim of all these visitors.”
“I get that feeling sometimes.”
“What’s with your generation of writers anyway?”
“What do you mean?”
“You all talk about your characters going off and running the show.”
“It does occur once in a while.”
“What are you, a wimp? You have the keyboard, for heaven’s sake.”
“As a general rule, yes.”
“So what happens?”
“A writer allows a character to go in a certain direction, and then before long, it seems like the character is writing the scene.”
“Sound like hocus pocus.”
“That’s a generalization.”
“I’ll stick to things I can see.”
“Like what?”
“VooDoo Ranger.”
“You’re obsessed.”
“I prefer to say ‘genteel.’ Of course, maybe it’s genetic.”
“Let’s cut the ‘gen’ generation and get to the pub.”
“A genuine suggestion.”
“Quit it.”
“Uber is on the way.”
“Genial thought.”
“Now you quit it.”
Our first stop is a fancy bunny mail topper.
