Week 22 participating in the very popular #vss365 challenge on Twitter. The aim, to write a daily Very Short Story in less than 280 characters, a single tweet. Yes, that’s characters! Not words.
The prompts themselves are seemingly random single words, the whim of this month’s challenge setter. Last months fun was organised by @RozLevens and now we are in February the batten has been passed to @Katz. I’ve taken some liberties with formatting simply because WordPress is not Twitter and to make it easier to read.
This week’s cover photo is from the Hucking Estate on an overcast Sunday morning Golden Retriever meetup. A muddy walk but at least the rain held off we had a fantastic meal at the pub afterwards. All credit to the Hook and Hatchet for not only serving up some great grub but expertly tiptoeing around forty tired snoozing goldies.
The diva’s vocal #range was extraordinary. The purity of her tone legendary. Night after night, she packed the Teatro Massimo. Her adoring fans nicknamed her Frantumi di Vetro, the bane of many a spectacled patron. Little did any know of her deal with the local opticians.
Light Red took less than a second to make its move. A move so audacious that it was met with gasps in the auditorium. That’s when he knew the cabinet of blinking lights was the worthy #adversary he’d searched for all his life. With a grin, he played his move. X top right.
“Would that I #could,” he sighed.
“Would you?” she asked.
“Would you, if you could?”
“If I could I would, sure.”
“So what’s stopping you.”
“Whether I should.”
“Should you do what you could?”
She leaned in and kissed him, smiled. “Would that you could.”
At first, I thought it was just AWFUL that they stripped of all respect and admiration. Then I saw that TERRIFIC no longer scared, that #TREMENDOUS no longer inspired trembling dread. They didn’t have to rewrite the history books, just the dictionary. For TRUTH: see fake.
“#Extra! Extra! Internet down. Read all about it!”
“It’ll cost you 50 cents.”
“I’m not paying for news.”
“Fair enough. Extra! Ex-“
“This is outrageous. I’m going to complain.”
“Exactly. Feel free to shout at passersby.”
“Where is he then?”
Big Tony nods to the Starbucks across the street.
“What’s he doing there?”
“Cappuccino I think.”
“So, when I said take him out. I didn’t mean for coffee.”
“Oh … you didn’t do the wink.”
“I did the wink!”
They’d called him a “#script kiddie. A talentless little skid.”
Well, he’d show them, show everyone. While they were stealing passwords and bank details he’d go for the real power. Why hack a person or a bank, when you could hack a country, right out from under them.