Key no. 095

Friday

Free Write

Allow the prompt to sink in and inspire you. Shoot for 234+ words. Stretch your imagination and aim for FICTION. Don’t forget to hold yourself accountable and drop it in the comments, then move along with your life.

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  1. “Not the Listmaker”

    In a realm notoriously overrun by women, females, bodies of the womb-possession type, uh yea, he stood out. If you were to ask him, he would tell you that, obviously, he knew that he would stand out, but yea, of course, he had no idea that it would be quite so obvious. If you were to ask him, he would tell you that he, “Why would anyone?” would never travel to such a place unless, as is the case now, he must. The older woman sent him, obviously, and so, here he is, sitting, uncomfortable in a stiff chair, waiting for someone for some reason. Just like they way that all of them are, just sent, to find someone or something for some reason. Of course the reasons exist beyond them, but they have lives too, people to whom to attend, lovers to scorn, realities to endure. In the end, really, all he wants is to just be able to sit, forever, right here.

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  2. Thusly, it was that his inability to hide in a crowd that became his greatest asset to the task at hand, which was, of course, diverting all manner of public attention away from the door at the back of the room. The beauty of it all was that, in order to cause such a scene, all he had simply to do was appear in the open, unencumbered by any obscuring adornment or architectural outcropping. For nobody who had never seen him before had surely ever before seen such a person with such remarkably broad shoulders. It wasn’t that he was tall, and that the shoulders were of a noteworthy but still commensurate proportional width; though he was, indeed, tall, over 210 centimeters. It was that his shoulders stretched out to either side of his head with what appeared to be three times the typical length! Seeming as though four additional skulls could be neatly lined up on both sides of his face and all rest comfortably across the breadth of his collar, his own head (perfectly proportional in size relative to his height, however unfortunately irrelevant that is) seemed so miniscule and insignificant sitting there all alone on its broad perch, already noticeably higher than the average bystander around. So, as you can imagine, a simple distraction was his forte, and he was much obliged to aid and abet for the handsome fee he was paying paid to be held on retainer: an innocent party “all wrapped up” in something he “couldn’t have known about”.

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