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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: scheme (limit of 365 words, not inclusive of header and 'end')
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“Hello? Yes – what? Oh, okay, I’ll tell him.” The painted wolf femme shut off the phone and called out. “Jack!”
“Yeah, Francine?” came her husband’s voice from the basement.
Francine walked over to the basement stairs. “A ‘Mister G. Had’ just called, for you.”
A short silence. “He leave a message?”
“He said ‘It’s time.’”
Another, longer silence.
“Jack?”
“Yeah. I heard you.” The male painted wolf came up the stairs, wiping his paws on a rag. Francine had learned a while ago not to inquire too closely about the man cave he was building in the basement. He gave her a kiss as he took the phone from her paws. “I’ll call him back,” he said as he headed back down the stairs.
“Okay.” She went back to fussing over their two baby daughters.
Once he was downstairs, with the door closed, Jack dialed a number.
Not the one that had called him. That call had come from a burner phone that had subsequently been destroyed, ground up, and likely mixed with quick-setting concrete.
“Hello? Yeah, yeah, it’s me . . . yeah, I got the call just now. He said it’s time, yes . . . well, I’d say give it ten minutes before you round them all up. Yeah, uh-huh . . . why? Well, it’s like I told you, I was supposed to take hostages and blow the place up. Yeah. Huh? Why am I cooperating with you? Well, it’s like I said, I got comfortable. Yeah, met Francine at work, and we’ve got two kids now . . . Thanks . . . Besides, the plant closed last year.” The canine allowed himself a chuckle, mirroring the laughter of his FBI contact. “Yeah, I’ll testify. Okay . . . okay, thanks. Bye.”
Jack hung up, then deleted the last two numbers before turning to look at the progress he’d been making. The bar was almost complete, with the water and all the electricity set up. The TV still sat in its box, waiting to be installed.
Making a family and doing home improvements might be tedious at times, but it was certainly more fun than the mission would have been.
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end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: scheme (limit of 365 words, not inclusive of header and 'end')
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
“Hello? Yes – what? Oh, okay, I’ll tell him.” The painted wolf femme shut off the phone and called out. “Jack!”
“Yeah, Francine?” came her husband’s voice from the basement.
Francine walked over to the basement stairs. “A ‘Mister G. Had’ just called, for you.”
A short silence. “He leave a message?”
“He said ‘It’s time.’”
Another, longer silence.
“Jack?”
“Yeah. I heard you.” The male painted wolf came up the stairs, wiping his paws on a rag. Francine had learned a while ago not to inquire too closely about the man cave he was building in the basement. He gave her a kiss as he took the phone from her paws. “I’ll call him back,” he said as he headed back down the stairs.
“Okay.” She went back to fussing over their two baby daughters.
Once he was downstairs, with the door closed, Jack dialed a number.
Not the one that had called him. That call had come from a burner phone that had subsequently been destroyed, ground up, and likely mixed with quick-setting concrete.
“Hello? Yeah, yeah, it’s me . . . yeah, I got the call just now. He said it’s time, yes . . . well, I’d say give it ten minutes before you round them all up. Yeah, uh-huh . . . why? Well, it’s like I told you, I was supposed to take hostages and blow the place up. Yeah. Huh? Why am I cooperating with you? Well, it’s like I said, I got comfortable. Yeah, met Francine at work, and we’ve got two kids now . . . Thanks . . . Besides, the plant closed last year.” The canine allowed himself a chuckle, mirroring the laughter of his FBI contact. “Yeah, I’ll testify. Okay . . . okay, thanks. Bye.”
Jack hung up, then deleted the last two numbers before turning to look at the progress he’d been making. The bar was almost complete, with the water and all the electricity set up. The TV still sat in its box, waiting to be installed.
Making a family and doing home improvements might be tedious at times, but it was certainly more fun than the mission would have been.
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end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species African Wild Dog
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 44.6 kB
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