A look out the back windows confirms the Mosler safe is still half buried in the backyard. For those of you in the dark, last week, a safe came out of the sky. Inside was someone who looked like Yosemite Sam in his underwear. Good, now we are all caught up. (Please don’t try to understand what a safe is doing falling from the sky. Just go with it.)
A hardy thump on the espresso machine brings it to life and produces a ten-ounce mug of soothing syrup before my hearing goes out. Before approaching the safe again, several long sips of the coffee takes priority over anything to follow.
Communing with my thoughts is suddenly disturbed by the shrill sound of the klaxon warning horn announcing someone at the front door. Having successfully gotten Lucy and Twiggy to stop throwing themselves at the door, my attention turns to the security control panel. I disengage the iron gate, concertina wire, bouncing betty land mines, stinger rocket launchers, tower machine guns, automatic boiling oil dispenser, and all double locks and bolts.
It is time to open the door. As it swings inside, the sight of an odd device is visible sitting on the drive. Looking right and left and deploying the heat-sensitive scanner, it appears no one is on the porch. Approaching the contraption brings into focus a label attached to one leg. The label reads Trebuchet -Acme Amalgamated Industries. Distributed by Daniel Conti Enterprises, Granger, Indiana.
Scratching my head, trying to figure out what the heck this thing is, my central nervous system takes a jolt from a piercing voice from the unexpected. “Dad gum it. What’s the matter, boy? Never seen a Trebuchet before?”
Aghast and Jumping almost out of my skin, I realize on the way down that the Yosemite Sam-looking character has snuck up behind me. “I didn’t see you on the scanner.” This was the best that could be said through my constricted throat. “You varment. I’m wagering that there machine doesn’t pick up figments of your imagination.”
Sam was right. It only picks up heat from living organisms, not some ghost from my imagination. Sam motions me to come closer and hands me an envelope. Before the question, “How long are you going to be here?” is asked, he disappears. Now the only things left are a safe in the back yead, this Trebuchet, and an envelope that must be from Linda Hill. Sure enough, when opened, the message reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a word that contains a silent letter.” Choose a word that contains a silent letter and use it in your post, or write about words with silent letters in general. Enjoy!
If you would like to enjoy visit Linda’s blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2022/09/09/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-10-2022/
Silent H by John W. Howell © 2022
“I don’t see where you used the prompt.”
“Aghast and ghost? You missed those?”
“Okay. Pretty subtle, though.”
“Clever.”
“What?”
“Throwing in, though.”
“Wasn’t on purpose. What the heck is a Trebuchet?”
“It is a rock-slinging thing much like a catapult.”
“Why didn’t you just say catapult?”
“A friend of mine suggested a Trebuchet would be a nice addition to my security system. so I thought I would honor the suggestion.”
“Two more silent Hs. Thought and honor.”
“We are done with the prompt.”
“What was Sam wearing. Last week he was in his underwear.”
“Oh yeah. He had on long johns with a bum flap.”
“That sounds ghastly.”
“Let’s go get some beer before we lose any more readers than we already have.”
“You buying?”
“VooDooRanger. You bet.”
“Call Uber then. I’ve worked up a big ole thirst.”
“Done.”
