“Personally I like the rounded look. We are basically making a bunch of spikes, almost weapons on these fence panels,” Harmon said as he toiled on the order for the massive fence that would line the perimeter of J. Hardy Carroll’s estate.
“Mr. Carroll was very specific Harmon. He wants this design and this one only,” Butch the boss man replied.
“Makes you wonder what he is protecting or hiding,” Harmon commented.
“Only a set of the prettiest triplets God ever created. Louie said they are models.”
Harmon knew this, it was why on this panel he made it weaker.
“Legend says they were once equal, sharing the gold. But the Leprechans resented their cousins, wanting sole hold over the treasure,” Ann said.
“Some called it a war, but really just a family skirmish. Leprechans got control of the gold, but at a steep price.”
“What price?” Jill asked.
“They were willing to shrink down to the height of a young mulberry bush for the right to the gold. Their cousins the Antichans remained their normal size and moved on.”
“So this is an old Antichan compass?”
“They’re gone now?”
“Only one I know does food commercials.”
“Unbelievable ,” Grandpa George exclaimed. At 85 his mind was still so sharp and Sydney loved to spend time with him. It was his engineering prowess that attracted her. Of course his biggest accomplishments was in ballistic missile technology, but their was still a kindred admiration.
“What’s the range?”
“The battery is the limiter,” Sydney answered. “This model has the latest from our lab. With it the drone range is 25 miles.”
“You must be careful my Sydney. Uncle Sam will try to corrupt your wonderful talent like they did mine.”
“No worries G.G. No one’ll believe a blonde like me did this!”
Ernie loved to prank others. He lived for the opportunity to get another joke on anyone. So far it had snowed ten times this winter. Each time he built a snow man with a menacing look and sign that said it was coming for revenge. The target was the man with the hat store on main street. The whole town buzzed with excitement wondering where the next snow man would appear, claiming to be coming for the famous hat that brought Frosty to life. The hat store owner had the ultimate revenge however, because his hats were selling like hotcakes.
Mannequin fights are never fun. “Banging Plastic” is what it was called in the back rooms of clothing stores. While humans could heal, mannequins never did. Also, losing your head was not just a quaint expression.
The headless horseman was a fearsome character that got his own story. Jay the men’s section mannequin from Buy More For Less would not. His plastic nose lay in the middle of the store aisle even though nothing else would ever be found..
“I swear if anyone mentions humpty dumpty I will bust out your nose,” security guard Carl barked. “Somebody count the mannequins.”
I wasn’t born the day the two men from T.V.A. made their way to my Grandpa’s house. The day they told him they needed his good farmland, the land he, his dad and granddaddy had loved and worked .
“I will be right here when the water comes,” Granddaddy stated emphatically, pointing to the exact spot he would stake his life.
The T.V.A. men nodded solemnly and returned to their job further down the valley.
There was several folks watching when the water came that day.
What they didn’t know was that granddaddy’s chair was anchored with four huge concrete blocks.
Perry strained to see what Alicia pointed to seven stores below.
“I can’t see it!” Perry declared.
“Here use the binoculars,” she said.
Perry peered through the black device and nodded acceptance.
“Blue is ten points, green is fifteen, red is fifty. If you can catch a pedestrian it is 200!”
“I know your mom said to clean out the old fruit from your fridge, but . . .”
“Don’t be a chicken! Are you afraid a girl will beat you?”
“Never going to happen,” Perry said with a tight smile. “You first”
“Oh no!” Alicia said as she dropped her melon, “There’s mom!”
Some said Mobley was a living anachronism. He loved history and anything about it, including duels. That was why he asked his friend Marvin to bring the two classic cars to the old drag strip.
“First to the line down there gets to date Susie!” he declared. Bill nodded acceptance to the challenge. Nearby Susie shook her head, she was good with neither.
“What’s in the can?” Marvin asked.
“Racing fuel,” Mobley said. “I gotta win!”
“I’m not sure these engines can handle that high octane stuff,” Marvin said.
“An engine is an engine old buddy, it will be fine!”
For Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.