The coffee machine sends me a good morning message on the touch pad. “Good Morning, Boss. There will be a slight delay with your morning cup today. It seems that someone forgot to fill the bean reservoir. Through Bluetooth, we contacted the freezer to have a fresh supply delivered. Unfortunately, frozen beans do not work well with our grinder friends, so there was little choice but to wait until the beans thaw. All this occurred two hours ago while you were still comfy in bed. It shouldn’t be too long of a wait since our sensors feel the beans are almost ready. In addition, we checked 1925 for today, and the news is very sparse. A reminder might be to have the bean reservoir filled after you finish the coffee in the morning. Oh, hold on. We have been informed that the beans are ready, so your cup will be delivered now.”
The familiar sound of the grinder sing causes my mouth to water and the pounding in my head to get softer. The cup is delivered, and after the first sip, it looks like my corpus will survive. The second sip brings the Westminster chime of the doorbell. Twiggy and Tempeste throw themselves against the door, and there is the sound of breaking glass in the kitchen. The resounding barks have indeed reduced the glassware to dust. A handful of treats tossed through the soundproof portal and a slam of the six-inch soundproof door cut the mayhem like a knife. My ears pound in the silence, but I must make the security system safe.
The security system must be deactivated before opening the front door and addressing the visitor. Before that, though, 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 control panel makes the shutdown of the security system process simpler. The boiling oil vats are put on standby, the Trebuchet on safety, the concertina wire rolled, the Claymore mines reset, the tower Gattling guns disengaged, the moat net dropped, the alligators fed, the IUDs and shoulder-held rockets put away. The locks on the door are thrown.
Standing there is a pig dressed like a farmer holding a huge sunflower. He is also holding an envelope. “Y-you J-John H-Howell?” I give the pig a nod. “I-I have a m-message f-for y-you f-from L-Linda H-Hill.” “Great. Let me have it.” The sunflower showers me with water, and I can see the pig trying to stifle a laugh. Wiping my face. While holding out my hand. The pig gives me the envelope, turns, and runs down the drive. Opening the envelope, one can see that it is a message from Linda Hill. It reads” Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘sing.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Visit Linda’s site to see what others have done with the prompt. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2025/05/02/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-3-2025/
Sing by John W Howell © 2025
“I’m surprised the AI in that machine didn’t sing the message.”
“I think that would have added insult to injury.”
“I suppose so, too. By the way, how does a freezer get the beans over to the coffee machine?”
“I have no idea and really don’t want to know. Those guys make me nervous.”
“You know what’s good for nerves.”
“Call Uber.”
“I did. He’s over there.”

“Well…finally something we can be comfortable in.”
“Yeah, and we only have to make one stop.”
“One stop?”
“Yes. The driver says we have to drop the godfather off at the club.”
“The godfather? You kidding?”
“Never kid about the godfather.”








































