
The klaxon low caffeine alarm in my brain is making me beg for a quicker process for the first cup of coffee. Along with the annoying sound is flashing red lights behind my eyeballs. Mornings are not usually this tense but it has been twenty four hours since my last hit of the nerve medicine. Finally the cup fills and the first gulp is on its way to quiet the noise in my head. The second sip is just swallowed when the familar but dreaded sound of the Westminster chimes tone of the doorbell means another idiot can’t read the DO NOT RING THE DOORBELL advice just above the button.
A toss of a ham bone followed by slamming the door on the sound proof room renders the crazed Pterodactyl like barking of Twiggy and Tempeste into silence. (Where would he get a ham bone? This is fiction and you’ll have to go with it.) Anoter sip and a check of the monitor reveals a scarecrow, a lion, and a tin man on the porch. “Who dares approach the great wizard of Oz?” is the high volume message out over the intercom. The answer comes back that an envelope is needing a signature in order to be delivered. With a prolonged sigh the security shut down process is 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. 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.
The tin man hands me a clipboard for a signature. After signing the scarecrow hands me an envelope. All three look like they want a tip.”If you pretend to be more confident, over time you’ll just become more confident and you won’t have to pretend anymore,” is my tip as the door slams.
The envelope has a message from Linda Hill. It reads:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “alarm.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb or an adverb or an adjective, 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/2025/10/24/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-25-2025/
Alarm by John W. Howell © 2025
“So another day of no tipping.”
“I gave them a tip. Besides I thik it was three kids dressed up for Halloween.”
“Then you should have given them some candy.”
“If folks continue to push that doorbell button then they are on their own.”
“You make Scrooge look like a philanthropist.”
“Well maybe if one of those visitors would knowck it would be a different story.”
“By the way I keep getting asked if you have a soundproof room?”
“I would remind you that this is fiction.”
“You mean the turret machine guns aren’t real.”
“Of course they are. You think I’m going to sit her unprotected?”
“Okay. Just thought I would ask.”
“No harm done. Where’s the Uber?”
“Right over there.”

“Goodness where did that thing come from?”
“I figured for Halloween it would be fun.”
“Halloween is next week.”
“I know but your next Saturday post is after so I thought we would celebrate early.”
“What do you mean celebrate.”
“Oh that. We are going to drive around on the way to the pub and pass out candy.”
“Where’s the candy?”
“In the back.”
“What kind?”
“Two hundred pounds of Twix.”
“Just Twix?”
“Yup. They were the only one who offered to pay for the endorsement.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Yeah, I am. I got Twix cause they are my favorite.”
“Okay I like them too. They don’t go well with VooDoo Rangers though.”
“I got some pork rinds for that purpose.”
“You are da man.”
“Thanks. Let’s go.”















































