Q is for Quixotic

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An attempt to produce a poem or story from now until the end of April (except Sundays).
The theme for the 2022 A to Z Challenge is the human condition.


“Mr Lambert!” Barlow tore off his cap. “I have a gold watch.”

“Everyone should have something nice.” Lambert winked at him.

“Will it be enough?”

“Oh, this is for me!” Lambert expressed surprise. “Why, thank you!” He removed his leather gloves. and inspected the watch. “This will do the trick.”

“Soon, I will be free from all this pain.” Barlow grinned with relief. “When do I leave?”

“Now.” Lambert stepped back. “Guard, shoot him, please.”

Barlow sank to his knees. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you the release you wanted.”

“I never meant like this.”

“Then you should say what you mean.” Lambert shook his head. “Semantics, dear boy, semantics.”

P is for Petrified

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An attempt to produce a poem or story from now until the end of April (except Sundays).
The theme for the 2022 A to Z Challenge is the human condition.


Scratch the surface
And break the ice
Unleash the passion
So long suppressed

Because hearts that numb
And souls that die
Do not nourish
They petrify

O is for Obsession

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An attempt to produce a poem or story from now until the end of April (except Sundays).
The theme for the 2022 A to Z Challenge is the human condition.

BRIAN

My friend’s new girl really rubs me up the wrong way, and I don’t know why. It’s not like she’s a bitch or anything. There’s no under-the-thumb crap from her. She makes him happy, and everyone agrees she’s the best thing that’s happened to Gaz in a long time. Everyone except me.

I have no idea what is it about her that sets me on edge. She doesn’t hold extreme views. She’s neither in your face nor so quiet you wouldn’t notice if she wasn’t there. I’d say she is a genuine and kind person. And funny; she often makes me laugh.

But how do I tell my best mate I loathe the woman he loves and wish they’d never met?


EMMA

I met Gaz when he came for a job interview. He tells people it was worth losing out on the job because he found me instead. That is one of the reasons I love him: he’s a true optimist who always looks on the bright side.

So how do I tell him his best friend gives me the creeps?

Brian is always hanging around, watching my every move and laughing too loudly at my jokes. Sometimes I wonder if I’m on a massive ego trip. And Brian only stares at me funny because he’s too vain to wear his glasses. Or maybe he does want to be my pet stalker?

Whatever his game is: I always make sure I’m never alone with him.

N is for Naughty

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An attempt to produce a poem or story from now until the end of April (except Sundays).
The theme for the 2022 A to Z Challenge is the human condition.
Also includes the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: nose, noes or knows


Jenny rang the bell, half hoping there would be no answer, but the door swung open.
“Come in, my dear,” a soft voice called. “There is nothing for you to fear.”
“Thank you,” gulped Jenny, stepping into a dark hallway. “Um, where do you want me?”
“Take the seat at the bottom of the stairs. I’ll be with you shortly.”
She resisted the urge to run away and sat down on a wooden chair. Just as she was losing her nerve, a light came on, and there stood Griselda, dressed in jeans and a Hello Kitty sweatshirt. Her hair was swept up into a neat ponytail, and she wore a pair of glasses on a chain around her neck.
“Am I a disappointment to you?”
“No!” Jenny lied, then blushed. “I guess you’re not what I expected.”
“And neither are you,” retorted Griselda. “I thought you would be older. Most of my clients are.”
Jenny swallowed her own retort. She’d been warned not to get mouthy or silly. Not if she wanted Griselda’s help. “You come highly recommended, and I’m at my wit’s end. If you can’t work your magic, my marriage will be over.”
“Things are never as bad as they seem,” Griselda reassured her. “Tell me your problems.”
“My husband is so annoying. Every time I ask him to do something, it’s always later, babes, or I’ll do it tomorrow.”
“And what do you expect me to do about it?”
“You stopped Milly’s husband, Simon, from sleeping around. And you worked a miracle on Liz. Brad says she never nags him anymore.”
“I can change his behaviour, or teach him a lesson, it’s up to you?”
Jenny thought about Simon, who was still in a coma, and suppressed a shudder at Liz’s drastic surgery. “I’ll go for the lesson.”
“Leave him to me.” Griselda pulled a tiny vial out of her pocket. “Get him to drink this. Call me the moment he falls asleep, and I will come and collect him.”
“Do I want to know what’s in this?” Jenny stuffed the bottle into her handbag.
“I doubt it. I’ll telephone you when he’s ready to come home.
“When is that likely to be?”
“Depends how quick a learner he is.”

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“Where am I?” A confused male voice floated up from the pit in the cellar. “I can’t see a thing. Jen, are you there?”
“Jen’s not here, only me.”
“Who the hell are you?”
“Your worst nightmare.”
“This isn’t funny. Whoever you are, the game’s over. I demand you let me out right now!”
“Can’t babes, maybe tomorrow.”

M is for Mad


An attempt to produce a poem or story from now until the end of April (except Sundays).
The theme for the 2022 A to Z Challenge is the human condition.


“Can I have a cigarette, please?” An angry voice interrupted Mike’s reverie; he turned around and came face-to-face with the very woman he’d been thinking about.

“Jules! Didn’t realise you smoked.”

“I don’t. It’s a disgusting habit, but I had to get out of there.” She waved her hand in the vague direction of the pub function room.

“Not enjoying our annual Easter knees-up?” Mike said, already guessing the reason for the dejected look on her face.

“Not so you’d notice.” She slumped against the wall and plucked the burning ciggie from his hand.

“Ugh, vile,” she coughed. “Brian is at it again.”

“Who with this time?” Mike took the cigarette from her and stubbed it out.

“Suzy from accounts, but only after Linda from sales told him to eff off.”

“Shame you didn’t tell him that at New Year.”

“Picking up colleagues at office parties is such a stupid idea.”

“Not necessarily.” He took a deep breath. “Fancy going for a drink?”

Jules hesitated. Mike reached into his pocket and threw the rest of his cigarettes and lighter into a nearby bin.

“OK,” she grinned, “but first, there’s something I need to tell Brian.”