Where's Your Stick?...A Short Story

The Weekly Writing Prompt

I looked at this picture many times before I began writing. It's such a great shot. Is it modern? Probably not judging by the ship in the background. Whenever I see people in the photo, I feel a need to supply the dialogue. Here's the rules to the Weekly Writing Prompt:

1) Use the photo and the 5 words provided in your story

2) Keep your word count 500 words or less.

3) You have until next Tuesday to link up your post.

4) Add your story to these blogs: Nicole, Carrie, Tena, or Leanne at the inLinkz link.

5) Have fun, don’t stress, let those creative juices flow.

The Five Required Words:

Summit

Fleet

Ceiling

Table

Bible

Here's what I got. Enjoy!

Where's Your Stick?

"You get the boat."

"No, you're getting the boat."

"Look, you were the last one out."

"Yeah, but you took it in there."

"Come on, just walk in the ice...cave...thing, and grab the rope on the boat and bring it out. They're signaling us from the ship that they're leaving soon and I don't want to be part of a fleet of one, if you know what I mean."

"I don't want to go back in there. It's cold and my feet are freezing."

"Should have doubled up on the socks--I told you to double up on the socks or your feet would freeze, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did."

"And did you double up on your socks? No you did not. That's the problem with you. You don't listen to me."

"Sure I do."

"No you don't. Just last week I told you that the Bible wasn't written by King James. You didn't believe me. I told you the way to tell if spaghetti is done cooking is to throw up a strand and if it sticks to the ceiling, it's done. What did you do? You tossed the entire pot across the table and out the window. I said that the top of a mountain is called a summit--you said, 'no, it's called the sun lit, because that's where the sun lights up the very top of the mountain.' See--you don't listen."

"Okay, in my defense, if this James guy didn't write the Bible, why's his name on it? And when I stuck my hand in the boiling water to get a strand of spaghetti to throw it at the ceiling, I burned it so bad that I screamed and threw the whole blasted thing as far away as possible." Summit? Are you kidding me? It's Sun lit! It's the place where the sun lights up first. Tell me how that doesn't make sense. Go ahead. Tell me."

"Dude..."

"Right, see. You got nothing."

"You're right. I got nothing. But I'll tell you one thing I do have, I have my walking stick. Where's your walking stick, huh?"

"Wait...I had it. Where is it?"

"I'll tell you where it is. You left it in the boat."

"Okay, I'll go get the boat."

"Thanks."

Word Count: 380