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| Mon, 02-04-2002 - 11:38pm |
TINY TUESDAY...(m)
For this week's Tiny Tuesday, try this: Write a short-short, 500 words or less, with these three words, in the order I give them.
aim
babble
cabana (like a small cabin/bathhouse)
Have fun, Sammi

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Mine - Moment's Reprieve
Have no idea where this came from. Sometimes my brain goes on trips and doesnt' take me along!
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Hilde knew that the problem wasn’t aim. From her vantage on the rooftop, she had plenty of time to set up the tripod, adjust her scopes, and settle her cross-hairs on the target. All that was left was to squeeze the trigger and that bullet would go exactly where she wanted it to. She had been taught very well how to aim.
They thought they taught her how to kill, too. Session after session of desensitization, objectification, and dehumanization – countless targets both living and not. Training she only could have gotten at a secret base, from a secret organization that no government claim to support – but all governments had and used. Through all of that, you would think that she would be as cold blooded as those mythical movie hit-men.
But in the movies targets weren’t accompanied by five-year-old girls, babbling about their new dollies. Movie hit men had targets that were crime lords or drug traffickers or politicians – people for whom you could make the argument that they deserved to get it. And in movies, once you pulled the trigger and your target dropped, it was over. Those thugs didn’t dwell on the blood or the screaming or the way their head spun from the adrenaline rush.
Hilde didn’t have the advantages of a movie assassin. She looked through the scope again, focusing on the woman lying still in the shade of her cabana. The woman didn’t look at all like a creep or a slime – she looked like someone who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. Her daughter was sitting quietly in the corner, petting the hair of her new blond doll. Her husband was swimming in the hotel pool, his arms breaking the water in rhythmic strokes.
She was drinking pink lemonade.
Hilde pulled her gun off of the mount. She pressed the button on her phone and it instantly dialed her contact.
“It’s no good.†She said without introduction. “Too many eyes around and the Strip is crawling with local badges.â€
The voice on the other side of the line was as cold as hers. “Fine. We’ll have Hector pick her up tonight. Pack up.â€
Hilde looked with her naked eye at the family enjoying their vacation by the hotel pool. She knew it would be an image that would be hard to get out of her head later – but she preferred it to the one they wanted her to paint. She only hoped she had sufficient training to keep her from thinking about what would happen tonight with Hector.
Thank goodness!!! (m)
I wouldn't have been able to sleep either if a spider or roach was in the room. You were very clever to think of aiming a magazine and disturbing people in the nearby cabanas.
This was a great little story. Thanks for sharing,
Mac
Wendy, this is wonderful! (m)
Very suspenseful and well written. You really packed in a bunch of important details about Hilde and her profession. Also the way you portrayed the intended target made me very curious. I was dying to know why they'd want her dead.
Terrific story, Wendy,
Mac
Cupid's Misfortune
The sign on the door read "Affairs of the Heart, Human Resources Dept."
Kase double checked the address, but despite obvious signs of neglect, this really was the place. He tapped gingerly on the crumbling frame of the wooden door, afraid that a good firm knock would reduce it to toothpicks and splinters.
"Come in, come in." A mosquito voice, high and tinny squeaked out from somewhere behind that sorry excuse for a front door.
Kase turned the handle and stepped inside, the classifieds still clutched tightly in this right hand.
"Oh, I see you're a lefty," the man sitting behind the oversized oak desk was one of those people who was in danger of disappearing in profile."That means we'll have to work extra hard on your aim I believe. Most Qpids are right handed after all, but it makes no difference lad. Please fill this form out before we begin formal training."
"Bow? Haven't you got something a little more high tech by now? This is the new millenium." Kase looked down at the little man in disbelief.
"Yes, well we did try out a computer virus based program for a while but found it much too complicated and people kept opening up each other's email and receiving the wrong love arrows, so we've returned to our original methods." His hairpiece slid over one eye as he bobbed his head around while he spoke. Frowning, he settled it back into it's proper place and continued.
Kase let the man babble on as he looked over the application.
"Who's we? Aren't you Cupid, love's messenger and all that?" Kase questioned, looking up from the papers.
"No, no. Cupid's off in Florida somewhere tanning and chasing beautiful women around a cabana or two I'm sure. I'm just a fill in until he gets back." The little man made a wry face and handed Kase a pen.
Your main character was really easy to feel through your writing.
Oh this was good!!! WTG
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Well Done!!! (m)
I loved it WTG. My mind does the same thing. That is how my story came about also it was like my mind told my fingers what to type and the rest of me was out of the loop.
Your story is wonderful!
Keep it up
Jade
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Mac....
Well I have that song and thought about using it. You did a great job. You always make your men sound hot!
Keep it up
Jade
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Whoa....
Oh great job. I like spiders but that piece made me want to get the vac out to help get rid of them. :)
Nice Job
Keep up the great Job!!!
Jade
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Not even one whiff of stink! (m)
Jade~
You did a great job with this TT and the switch at the end was great!
Keep writing, girl! kat
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