“Cuppa Joe: Someone’s Routine; Somebody’s Dream”
Prompt – six-word-story-challenge-highwayman
Image Credit – Mayank Kumarr
These are lonely roads that I ride on.
No vexing women and no malevolent men.
This is my zone, my place of tranquility.
A chance to get away from death.
But sometimes, it follows me, in the form of bandits.
At these times, I let my pistols do the talking…
The sirens howled.
By now, everyone in the room was used to the noise.
Everyone looked at the giant screen in front.
The air was thick with tension and excitement.
This was their 50th attempt, and they had to make good on it this time.
“Right boys, countdown to ten…”
Word Count: 50
My son beamed proudly as he presented his latest acquisition to me.
“Look here pops, this is 2000 dollars well spent.”
I was dumbfounded.
“Son, what exactly is this?”
“This is true modern art.”
I shook my head and remembered times past, when art was simply pretty landscapes and portraits…
Word Count: 50
All I wanted to do was to get closer to the school of undiscovered fish I saw before me.
I was already at maximum safe distance from the vessel.
I had swum out quite far away from the other divers, who were trying to hail me on my communicator.
Ignoring the garbled message I was receiving, I held my arms out in full extension hoping the fishes would come towards me.
My idea worked and all the fishes started swimming towards me, just as I received the message clearly.
“Red alert. Red alert. Return to vessel. Fishes confirmed as man-eaters…”
Word Count: 100
Living on as a survivor is not easy in this wretched world.
I have fought countless battles through my life: For glory, for food, for money, and some times for the sheer fun of it.
In my youth I courted war, but as the years passed, my disgust of those who fuelled conflicts began increasing.
Every man that I have ever killed, every instance when I ended a life, sometimes swiftly, cleanly and sometimes slowly; they are still fresh in my memory.
I am exhausted now, awaiting a quick death.
However, my blade still remains hungry for more blood…
Word Count: 99