Good morning everyone. Ready to wake those brains up? Pen and paper out, timer set to fifteen minutes and remember, don’t stop writing, just let the words go. No one is judging you. One, two, three, and off we go.
Posted below is what I came up with in my fifteen minutes. The only editing I did was to fix a couple of spelling errors.
Tuesday, October 6th: The target was too tempting to ignore.
The target was too tempting to ignore. He knew he’d pay for it later but found his hand automatically slipping to his pocket. His fingers found his cache of sling stones and found the perfect one; small, slightly oblong and almost perfectly smooth.
‘It must be one of the ones from the river,’ he thought. It had been months since he had managed to find time to search the riverside, but it was always where his best stones were found. Of course he also promised he’d put away his slingshot for good. He tried to remember if he promised that he had or that he would. He was certain if he were caught he would need to argue the point.
‘I think I said I would,’ he determined as he slipped his weapon out of his pocket. ‘I just haven’t gotten around to it yet. In one smooth practiced motion he brought his slingshot up and fitted the stone into the pocket. It slipped into the holder as though it was aching to be shot.
Even though he had been carrying the stones around for a while, they were still slightly cooler than his body temperature. It was as though the stones never spent too long in the mountain runoff that filled the river to ever truly warm up completely. He took his aim. The target was large and barely moved as he prepared himself to fire. Marcus was wearing green and yellow stripped pants today, the green brighter than anything found in nature and the yellow the color of the pollen even now being vented by the spring plants into the air. It formed a dust everywhere and was still something he was trying to get used to in living here. Just seeing the yellow of Marcus’ pants made his eyes twitch and water.
The large man was bent over, bottom temptingly pointed upwards. The fabric strained as it shifted across his large frame and wiggled as Marcus bounced along to the tune he was humming while he pulled weeds from his flower bed.
He gave one last thought of resistance, knowing the trouble it would cause, but in the end, the target was too tempting to ignore. Perhaps if Marcus had not so strongly objected to his presence here, he might have some restraint, but as it was…The leather thwap sounded even as he completed his mental deliberations, his fingers knowing he was going to take the shot while his mind was still arguing against it, however slight the argument.
The stone flew throught he air, arching beautifully, even as he tucked his sling shot away so it was out of sight. He slid behind a thick tree as the stone landed center target with an audible thump. Marcus howled and he peered around the tree to see the large man clutching his bottom. He held in his amusement and ducked back out of sight as Marcus stormed around looking for who or what to blame. He held still and silent, remaining hidden until Marcus stomped off to seek assistance with his injury. Then he allowed himself to relax. Feeling like he managed to pull it off, he smiled to himself and sauntered away feeling like he might actually have gotten away with it.
Ten til Midnight 