“Of all the ridiculous…not Quebec again.”
Gerald sat on the steps heedless of melting snow making the rear of his jeans cold and wet. He propped his elbows on his knees and set his forlorn looking face in his hands. His gaze darted around the concrete stairwell. “Le Petit Champlain. I know where I am. A damned quaint, picturesque tourist hole.”
He stared upward as if seeing through the clouds. “Look, I’m trying to find the ultimate evil down here. Get your bloody coordinates straight for once.”
“Sorry,” said the chagrined voice in his ear. “We’re still experiencing technical difficulties.”
It’s Wednesday and time again to participate in this week’s edition of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. The idea is to use the image at the top to inspire the creation of a poem or short story no more than 100 words long. My word count is exactly 100.
Jennifer’s photo is very large so it was easy to read the signs and use Google to look up where this is. You can do the same yourself, but basically this is a small, touristy commercial center in Quebec. I couldn’t figure out what to do with it, but since periodically, different scenes from that city show up on Rochelle’s photo challenges, I decided to make something of it. I pulled a transporter and trying to locate “ultimate evil” out of thin air (although maybe this is exactly where the evil resides).
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It’s not that touristy 😉
And you’re in the wrong area for ultimate evil… 😀
I just spent three days in the Old Town last week. I would have loved to have explored a bit more but unfortunately, our schedule was jam-packed.
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That’s more Gerald’s perception than mine and who knows what he considers “ultimate evil.” 😉
Thanks.
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There is that 😉
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Oh dear communication difficulties let’s hope it gets sorted or he could be in trouble 😟
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He already is. Thanks.
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Congrats on the book.
And..I think I see his butt prints there on the stoop.
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Thanks and you have sharp eyes.
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Evil can lurk in the safest places.
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Indeed. Thanks, Will.
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This was fun and thanks for the note about looking up locations – also, your story reminded me of the writing of Frank Peretti – he lets you feel some of the spirit realm (from a Christian perspective) and the evil plans that get put in place was similar here. Very creative take on this prompt
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Thank you. I’ll have to look up Peretti.
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Gerald should demand his money back for this trip, technical difficulties aside.
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He’s on a mission, James. No turning back. 😉 Thanks.
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I was an English teacher. That has given me a strong sense of irony. Your title made me wonder, if you have already “frozen your butt off” once, did you regrow it in order to freeze it off again? Sorry, James, I’m just teasing. I liked your story. Made me want to know what comes next!
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I’m sure many butts have felt like they’ve been frozen off but miraculously grew back even bigger than before. 😉 Thanks.
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🙂
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Bahahaha
Love that AI voice
Certainly Canada is not the easiest place to find evil these days. Might need to go south. Great piece. I want to know more. Great voice in this one.
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I wasn’t really intimating anything specific regarding “ultimate evil” and to tell you the truth, the only image that flashed across my mind was the character Sauron from the Lord of the Rings trilogy (books and movies). It never occurred to me to get political.
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Mork calling Orson. Nanu Nanu. Nicely done, James.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks. Mork.
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Technical difficulties can be fatal when fighting the ultimate evil. The story took you to an interesting place.
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Thank you.
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Hopeful, the communication system will get fixed before he freezes. 🙂
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Oh, I’m sure he could pop into a coffee shop if it’s going to take a while. Thanks.
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That’s good to know! 🙂
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Try setting the GPS for E next time. E for evil.
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I’ll have to remember that, Violet. Thanks.
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Well, if the ultimate evil isn’t in Canada, I don’t know where it could be, eh. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one GPS sends astray. Maybe GPS is the ultimate evil. Duh! Duh! Duh!
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