A note on the coffee machine held in place by a clip made a heart-stopping announcement: THE MACHINE IS OUT OF ORDER. This is the message from hell. There is no signature and, therefore, no avenue of appeal. How can the machine be out of order? What manner of trickery is this? Who is responsible? All are good questions, followed by the sound of crickets.
There is only one thing left to do before my carbon unit goes into shutdown mode.
A trip to the coffee store is now a matter of life and death. There can be no delay since neurons in my brain are beginning to misfire. One fist won’t open so it is clear before any more symptoms develop, survival demands a shutdown of the security system and quick exit.
The turret machine guns are set to stand by, the boiling oil cauldron tipping mechanism is turned off, and the automated arrow launching pods are unarmed. In addition, the Trebuchet, ballista, and falling rock device are switched to manual. The claymore mines are set to manual, the mote net rolled back, and the concertina wire retracted. The Iron gate is raised, and the bolts are thrown on the front door.
There is a guy standing on the porch with a large carryout container of Dunkin Donuts coffee. “Is that world-famous author J.W. Howell?”
“Uh, I’m J. W. Howell”
“Good. Here’s your coffee.”
I take it in my only functioning hand and thank the man. He nods and then leaves. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, a big sip of the magical liquid brings me back to life. Just as my memory returns, I feel the buzz of an incoming text. It is from Linda Hill and reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “clip.” Use it as a noun or a verb, use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link: https://lindaghill.com/2024/10/11/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-12-2024/
Clip by John W. Howell © 2024
“Did you ever find out what was wrong with the machine?”
“No. I did a self-repair and was good as new by the afternoon.”
“Who put the clip with the note?”
“I have no idea.”
“Who called for the delivery?”
“I know this will sound strange, but I think the machine did.”
“Oh, come on. Machines can’t do that.”
“This one almost seems alive. I haven’t told anyone this, but I lock the kitchen door when I go to bed.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No. I know it sounds nuts, but that thing gives me the willies.”
“Why not get a different one?”
“Cause it makes the best coffee.”
“Yeah, that reminds me of the old joke about the five-dollar-a-day workhand.”
“Haven’t heard it.”
“This farmer has a five dollar-a-day work and who burned all his crops and set fire to the barn and house. When asked if he fired the guy, he said. ‘No.'”
“No? why not?”
“His answer was, ‘Where am I going to get a five-dollar-a-day workhand to replace him.'”
“Good one, Henny Youngman. Order an Uber.”
“Right over there. You have a choice today.”

A new FJ40 Toyota Land Cruiser or..”

“Your old 1978 FJ40 Land Cruiser
“Wow, that is a tough choice. In fact, my old FJ brings a tear to the eye.”
“Don’t get carried away. Just choose.”
“I’m choosing the old one.”
“Good. Let’s go. Remember that the old one has a top-end clip of 60 miles an hour, so it will take a little time.”
“I’m ready.”
































