It's Prosery Monday in the Pub ~ Merril is hosting and asks we use a line from Arthur Sze's poem Jaguar Song in a prose piece no longer than 144 words..
"I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts”
A white Jaguar and a black Jaguar roared into Helen's driveway like two overconfident bachelors crashing a posh cocktail party. They began to preen shamelessly. White Knight purred “Darling Helen, observe my flawless six-pack.” Black Beauty revved “please, I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts.” Helen looking elegant as ever, raised an eyebrow obviously interested. Six-pack Whitey flashed its headlights winking seductively at her. Blackie leaned in close vying for her undivided attention, both engines humming with hope.“You know boys I'm only making a supermarket run this evening.”
Both Jags deflated, indignantly they sputtered “Helen, you must know supermarkets are SO beneath our status in the automotive realm!” “Wait ~ White Knight offered “I've always believed groceries are the cornerstone of a balanced motoring lifestyle ~ does the supermarket have speedbumps?” Dark thoughts & Black Knight never had a chance.
Helen, my kind of fairy tale! I'd love to have two Jags sitting in my driveway.
ReplyDeleteA very unique story, Helen! Well done.
ReplyDeleteI can really hear and smile at Helen's conversations! Jae
ReplyDeleteWhat a great opening sentence, Helen! Such a fun piece!
ReplyDeleteA nice ride for a supermarket... and a Jaguar still have a roomy booth (it's English after all)
ReplyDeleteAhh. As a lover of cars (I used to work as a car painter before allergies, even had EU permit for it) I love this... Two Jaguars... Fighting over a ride to the supermarket... And the line about it being under their status made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteYou made me laugh out loud, Helen - you turned the horror in such a different direction from most...
ReplyDeleteThis is hilarious Helen, a delightful read.
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