Tuesday, November 13, 2012

100th Post + Knights of MicroFiction #8

This is my 100th post!  I haven't received a lot of attention over the course of my previous 99, so I decided that I would do a blog-hop for #100.


The prompt for the hop is:  In 300 words or less write a scene where the main character realizes he/she is thankful for something.  Include the words "turkey" and "Mayflower" (this could be May flowers too or other creative variations).

If anyone would like to participate, you have until 11:59 pm on November 15th to post your entry.
  Make sure that you sign up on the Linky List on either Imagine Today or Write. Skate. Dream. first.  


Here is my entry:

Not Manna But Meat

            Mayflowers dot the path I tread.  Low to the ground, I inch forward on hands and knees, paying ever close attention to the underbrush.  Small scrapings reveal more to me than perhaps anyone else.
            The path seems to go cold at a large oak tree.  Its swindling branches hold hundreds of broad green leaves.  In a lower, thicker branch, a creature sleeps.  I am ready for the kill.
            Leaning back, I shift into a sitting position and reach behind me.  My musket pulls off smoothly from the back of my shoulder as I place the butt against its front.  I pull my bag of powder out and fill the flash pan, then load.  A spark ignites the powder, throwing me back with the force while also expelling a ball of merciless lead.
            The beast releases a squawk that pierces the night.  It flaps, sputters, and falls to the ground.  I pull out my knife.  There’s no point in letting it die slower than it has to.  My knife oozes red in my right hand as the turkey’s eyes stare blankly at me from its head in my left.
            I smile with equal emotion.  The creature wasn’t a nuisance, nor a threat, but it had to pass.  There is hardly any food left in the settlement.
            I look up to the sky at the translucent face of the Creator.  “You’ve always provided for me,” I mutter.  “Thank you.”

8 comments:

  1. Things have been busy for me lately so I'm not up to speed on the rules and objectives behind the Knights of MicroFiction bloghop. However, if it's absolute minimum word count you could replace "The path seems to go cold" with something like "The path goes cold."

    I liked this. Funny though how I envisioned some massive beast or monster instead of a turkey, but perhaps that was your intention. :-)

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    1. I'm glad that you mentioned the whole "I'm not up to speed on the rules", as I probably should have put it there...I guess I'll add that now.

      Thanks. I tend to overuse phrases like "seems to". I don't like to be too definite.

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  2. Hi Patrick, I love your descriptions and how we know it is of a past age by the use of musket and powder and that the MC has compassion for the creature to lessen its suffering even though its death will benefit others.

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    1. Thank you, ma'am, and thanks for following my blog.

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  3. Hi Patrick, great post. I love that you took us back in time for possibly the first Thanksgiving. Thanks so much for joining us.

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    1. Thanks, ma'am. It's nice to see yet another new member.

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  4. Nice story! I love the way it's been described. (I always love reading details). Great, and a different perspective too! :)

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    1. Thank you. I pay close attention to make sure that my descriptions are as efficient and readable as possible.

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