This week’s prompt is a story starter, so take the element provided and turn it into a story of any length you choose. If you’re stuck on size, I suggest aiming for 1000-2000 words.
In honor of St. Patrick’s Day yesterday, write a story using this opening:
A snake. A giant, green legless thing that had no business being under the sink.
Write whatever inspires you and run with it.
It’s a comedown, that’s for sure.
ReplyDeleteI mean, I thought I could negotiate anything. But bargaining with the Big Mon, well, it ain’t fair, is what it is.
Ya gave me a job, I says, and I did it. I whisper in her ear all sweet-like, and sure if she doesn’t go for it. And then—
Big Mr. Y stops me right there, and in that voice says, I warned them. The voice that fills your head like a thousand bullfrogs on a Saturday night, the same voice that made you-know-who scurry right off that mountain at the count of ten.
I look up – the only direction possible in this case – and remind Old Y that I was supposed to test them. Tempt them. And I says, Deep in your heart of hearts you wanted them to fall for it. Coz otherwise it’s just the two o’ them in that place forever, and you’d have nothing to do.
I’m on the right side of the argument, fat lotta good it does me. Lemme put it this way. We’re allowed to argue, but it’s totally, totally not okay to expect to win that argument.
Which I’d forgot for a minute, especially when all nice-like the Big Mon says, What do you want?
And I says, I don’t mind my legs being gone, coz walking upright is asking for a bad back. And I don’t mind ya took my hands, coz I’m pretty good wrapping around stuff, if ya know what I mean. (Gives a new meaning to hands-off Boss, I says to myself, but I ain’t stupid enough to say it out loud. Ya don’t joke with the Big Mon.) And I make the ask: Instead of crawling in the dust 24/7, could I just maybe wet my whistle once in a while?
And then abracadoozie, I’ve got this new job. See, once upon a time, I offered knowledge. Which not only was Mr. Y pissed off as a bull in a red-flag factory, but look where knowledge has gotten you guys. Yeah, right?
So time to get your know-nothing on. The next time ya worry bout the future, come on by the sink. When ya got it figured out and ya don’t like whatcha figuring, take a look in your P-trap.
That’s where Mr. S. Serpent hangs out now, the giant green legless thing that has no business being under the sink, ‘cept here I am.
Might as well flush knowledge down the drain. Coz it don’t seem like you humans have made much use of it lately.
And now it’s my job to undo Big Y’s mistake in the Garden.