It's those damn drones, I think, winding my way through this wrecked city with nothing more than a rifle and a stopwatch counting down my final moments of life. The drones are a distraction; so much visual rhetoric cluttering up my sightline.
Looks like I'm married to my boss now. Somehow she's become my wife - that is, one of my wives. Head Wife, of course. Guess she'll always be the boss. It really is strange having all of these wives around. They're loyally dedicated to an absurd degree; doting on me, cooking for me, cleaning the compound.
Here is my entry to the Fifty-word story prompt and contest hosted this week by @jayna. Story is exactly fifty words. Whenever she passed by the dog barked at her. So one day she sang it a song: Oh barking dog, why bark at me?
The ancient god thundered, "Who dares awaken me from my slumber?" At the foot of the steps to the altar, Professor Graham and his sidekick Wendy dropped reverently to their knees. "It is I, oh great one." The professor exclaimed. "The last of a line that once worshipped you so long ago..."
After asking his first question, the reporter pointed his microphone at the rock. Actually, it wasn't the reporter's mic, but a special one that had been designed by the head researcher, Vaslov. The reporter waited. No response from the rock. Vaslov grunted, "Try again. It takes time."
One of the ducks - a big and mean looking one with a scar across his beak - had the serrated edge of a tin can lid held up against Fido's neck, while two more of his fowl brethren were holding down the dog.
He pulled the clear plastic bag out of her sock drawer. "What is this?" Looking up from what she was doing, she brightened up and held out her hand. "It's Fifi's hair. Bring it over here!" A slow sense of unease crawled up his spine as he held up the bag to look at it more closely.
The fight began without much of a warning at all. Mark witnessed the whole thing from the very start. He'd been in the library, at one of those long tables, studying for an upcoming exam. The table was quite crowded, with every seat full.
He'd just gotten in the door and she was already starting in on him. "The back steps are really starting to sag. You need to fix that." This brought a groan from him. "I've been working all day and now I've got a toothache!"
His hand is like a giant soft pillow cradling her head. Slowly she opens her eyes and looks up into his face. He is gazing down at her with such warmth and concern for her well being, that the fact that he has the features of a giant wood ape doesn't even startle her at all.