March 18, 2016
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The End
They cooked hotdogs over the flames,
Ate them smothered in BBQ sauce.
Their conversation spanned
Spaceships and botany,
Her music box collection,
And their mutual denial of faith.
When the fire had died to embers
And doves sounded a mournful last call,
They shared true love’s kiss
And modern alchemy in folded foil.
A whiff of turpentine-like scent,
A quick pinprick,
The rush of teleportation
To another plane.
Sinking to the ground, missing the blanket,
He accepts without a fight
Life’s cancellation notice,
His last earthly sight
The tassels on her loafers,
Before becoming one of
The grateful dead.
Thus endeth Job and the Winter Scavenger Hunt. I successfully used up the remaining prompts. Did Dahlia survive? Probably, if they were found quickly enough. She's a tough broad. The port-a-potty at the end of the road indicates some sort of work going on there, so I imagine somebody will see Job's truck there and go to investigate.
Prompts used in this entry:
47. cancellation
50. pinprick, bbq sauce, teleportation
60. missing, music box
61. true love’s kiss
63. tassels
64. faith
65. botany
66. spaceship, hot dogs, The Grateful Dead
67. foil, turpentine
69. alchemy
70. denial, ember, last call
Comments (6)
I loved this. I am 82 and seeing a Cancellation Notice in my future.
Hopefully far in the future!
Nicely done, Vi!
Thank you, Janet! Next time I'll try to decide whether or not I'm going to participate a little earlier so I'm not so rushed.
Wonderfully wrought! It makes me wonder how you have such intimate knowledge of illicit drugs and their use... just saying I have no experience so couldn't even begin in this vein.
Vein... *snort*. I doubt I got the drug part right; I was just guessing based on odd things I've seen and smelled over the years. I forgot to list one of the prompts used in this post: something from a utility bill. That would be Cancellation Notice (a twofer).
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