
Woke to the sound of rain, so a coffee will be quite welcome. A message on the touchscreen leads me to believe the AI inside is seeking entertainment. The message reads, I’m thinking of something that opens. How great is it to have a machine that wants to play games when the low caffeine warning klaxon horn is ready to split the skull. Give up? is the next message. Nodding my head, the machine responds with An application.
I’m not sure if laughing or crying is the correct response, so a smile is all I can offer. The touchscreen comes to life, and the two coffee buttons are quickly pressed. The cup is delivered, and the doorbell delivers a Westminster melody. The hounds of Baskerville want me to know the world is coming to an end. Lucky for me and the glass windows, a knuckle bone is near and tossed into the soundproof room. As the quiet descends, a glance at the security monitor shows someone looking very much like Yogi Bear standing on the porch. Calling out through the intercom verifies that whatever is to be delivered needs a signature.
With a sigh, the security system shutdown process has begun. 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. 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, the IEDs and shoulder-held rockets put away. The Proton torpedoes switched off. The locks on the door are thrown. And the door opened.
“A pic a nic basket for Howell. Sign here.”
“A big surprise you didn’t keep it.”
“Don’t think I didn’t think about that. BooBoo kept me honest.”
Looking in the basket, there is a note in sight. It is from Linda Hill. It reads Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “something that opens.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
“Take this basket as a tip.” The bear smiles, and he and the basket disappear down the driveway.
To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. https://lindaghill.com/2025/07/04/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-5-2025/
Something That Opens by John W. Howell © 2025
“That machine is going to be the death of you.”
“Tell me.”
“You know, we could have fun with that prompt.”
“How so?”
“I know of something that opens.”
“Let me guess. VooDoo Ranger bottles.”
“Well, there is that. But I had something else in mind.”
“I find it hard to believe you have anything else in mind.”
“I guess it could be associated with VooDoo Rangers.”
“The pub door?”
“Now that is a good one, but no.”
“My wallet.”
“Ha ha ha. I like that one. No again.”
“Okay, I’m giving up now.”
“Think hard.”
“Still nothing.”
“The Uber car door.”
“Oh my gosh. How did I not think of that? You’re a pain, you know that?”
“He’s right over there.”

“Wait a minute. The something that opens is not that car. Look at the rope holding the passenger door closed.”
“It’s tied with a bow. All you have to do is pull it and untie.”
“Will it get us there?”
“Of course. There is one thing, though.”
“Why is there always one thing?”
“It used to be a chicken coop.”
“What?”
“Yeah, we have to help clean out the back.”
“Why can’t we get a normal car?”
“And pay full price? Here, put on these overalls and gloves. The guy said we could keep the eggs.”
“Be still, my beating heart.”























































