Today I found a blip on one of my Lists about the Mystery Blog "Working Stiffs," so I bopped over there to see what they are doing. One of the bloggers had competed in a "Flash Fiction" contest, and I love Flash Fiction, so given an opportunity to finish the paragraph after the given first line, I couldn't resist. Now I would like to finish the story.
Uh, Mr. Game Warden ...
by Mari Sloan
copyright Jan. 12, 2010
The first line was "I was glad to find that the ground hadn’t frozen yet."
(Beginning with that line, I continue.)
I was glad to find that the ground hadn’t frozen yet. It was difficult enough to dig up dinner when the temperature wasn't six degrees below zero and the wind wasn't howling down the small space between my neck and my collar. Whose idea had it been to bury the stag in the first place? Somehow I think the video that posted on YouTube from the "Hunting Cam" totally defeats the goal of fooling the game warden. Better get this barbecue going or work on my alibi now!
The animal's death was more like an accident, anyway. Six of us received new rifles for Christmas, and that meant that we needed a good target practice, out in the woods, to perfect our skills on the new equipment. Someone scored a photo of Robert Downy, Jr., in the buff, sitting on a bed and holding a pillow over an appropriate place. It was a close call between that picture and one of Jude Law, who seems to mesmerize our women and is high on our target practice wish list, but Downey won. The photo was enlarged and posted proudly on the target tree, but just as we lined up to take our first shot, a twelve point buck strode out of the woods and ambled between us and the photo.
I don't know about you, but with me, well, habit just kicked in. Six shots rang out in unison. That buck went down like a gunny sack of peel-able vegetables, and it was several minutes before anyone remembered that it wasn't hunting season. And no one knew anything about the camera. The warden must have set it up since last season, because we would have noticed a camera in the trees next to our stand, for sure.
Six shots rang out, and five of them hit the buck. When we got out the shovels, it was noted that three shots centered directly in the creature's heart and two made hard to hit entries through the animal's brain. One hit Robert Downey, Jr., right in the pillow. I sure hope that one was mine!
Uh, Mr. Game Warden ...
by Mari Sloan
copyright Jan. 12, 2010
The first line was "I was glad to find that the ground hadn’t frozen yet."
(Beginning with that line, I continue.)
I was glad to find that the ground hadn’t frozen yet. It was difficult enough to dig up dinner when the temperature wasn't six degrees below zero and the wind wasn't howling down the small space between my neck and my collar. Whose idea had it been to bury the stag in the first place? Somehow I think the video that posted on YouTube from the "Hunting Cam" totally defeats the goal of fooling the game warden. Better get this barbecue going or work on my alibi now!
The animal's death was more like an accident, anyway. Six of us received new rifles for Christmas, and that meant that we needed a good target practice, out in the woods, to perfect our skills on the new equipment. Someone scored a photo of Robert Downy, Jr., in the buff, sitting on a bed and holding a pillow over an appropriate place. It was a close call between that picture and one of Jude Law, who seems to mesmerize our women and is high on our target practice wish list, but Downey won. The photo was enlarged and posted proudly on the target tree, but just as we lined up to take our first shot, a twelve point buck strode out of the woods and ambled between us and the photo.
I don't know about you, but with me, well, habit just kicked in. Six shots rang out in unison. That buck went down like a gunny sack of peel-able vegetables, and it was several minutes before anyone remembered that it wasn't hunting season. And no one knew anything about the camera. The warden must have set it up since last season, because we would have noticed a camera in the trees next to our stand, for sure.
Six shots rang out, and five of them hit the buck. When we got out the shovels, it was noted that three shots centered directly in the creature's heart and two made hard to hit entries through the animal's brain. One hit Robert Downey, Jr., right in the pillow. I sure hope that one was mine!
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