5
Must-Use Words:
System
Quarry
Ant
Bible
Artillery
1) Use the photo and the 5 words provided in your story
2) Keep your word count 500
words or less.
3) You have until next Tuesday to
link up your post.
5) Have fun, don’t stress, let
those creative juices flow.
Here is my effort:
TURKEY TIME
Artem woke up in the back of the
car. His vision came in to focus; stretching
his cramped arms and legs he sat up. The
argument of the night before came back to him. Imprinted on his retina was the
image, through the rear window of his angry, red-faced father brandishing the
family Bible. The harshness of his words delivered as a
salvo of artillery aimed directly at
him as he revved the accelerator and sped away.
An uncomfortable, cold and lonely
night shared only with the smell of the leather seats and a solitary ant, scurrying to and fro trying to
find his quarry, was a shock to his system.
He was used to snuggling asleep in a feather bed with soft pillows
to rest his head on. Last night was
cramped and chilly.
He became aware of a strange and disturbing
noise. Raising his head he peeked out of the car window. He beheld an amazing sight. A rafter of turkeys surrounded his car. There were so many of them it was impossible to
count them all.
One turkey, the bravest and
biggest of all, hopped on to the bonnet of the car quickly followed by another.
Their claws scratched the metal, the
noise was deafening, there was such a commotion and hubbub surrounding the
scene Artem’s heart started beating fast, his breath coming in ragged little
puffs.
Artem made a great effort to get
his feelings under control. The enormity
of the situation struck him. He had to
regain order or the family business would suffer. Wryly he nodded his head in acknowledgement
of his father’s point from the day before.
The old Russian ways didn’t always work for this next generation of
farmers but the premise was the same.
A beady eye scrutinised him
warily through the murky windscreen.
Artem shook away the idea of seeing an intelligent and inquisitive
animal, more than a roast dinner; he couldn't afford to be compassionate about
these birds, no matter what his heart told him.
Business was business.
Shooing the squawking birds away
from the car by flapping his arm out of the open window, Artem turned the
ignition key praying the engine would catch the first time. The noise of the motor startled the brave
turkeys who flapped their wings wildly and gobbled louder than ever before.
Inching the car forward Artem
made slow progress marking a path through the frightened feathered birds, advancing
gradually through the field. After what
seemed an eternity but only a few minutes in reality he returned to the
farmhouse.
His father and brothers were
standing at the kitchen door, he tooted the horn to gain their attention, a
scowling face was replaced momentarily by one of relief as his father realised
his eldest son had returned.
The family was united in its
efforts herding the turkeys back to their enclosures, enticing them with
titbits of kitchen scraps; everything had now returned to order.
Word count: 491
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