Withdrawal Symptoms – Trifecta Week 98

Mwahahahaha….. I’m baaaack!

Below is my offering for Trifecta’s week 98 challenge word, which is ‘zombie’. As you will see from the Trifecta blog post, the challenge is to write between 33 and 333 words of fiction, non-fiction, poetry or prose, based on the 3rd definition from the Merriam Webster’s Online Dictionary. This week the 3rd definition of ‘zombie’ is:

a mixed drink made of several kinds of rum, liqueur and fruit juice

I hope you enjoy my offering – please check here for the other entries!

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– Withdrawal Symptoms –

“I’d like to open a bank account please.”

“OK. What’s it for?”

“Excuse me?”

“What’s it for? Paying in your salary, savings, stuff like that.”

“Oh, right, sorry. Well, it’s a bit delicate you see –“

“Hit me with it. I hear all sorts of stuff. I’m not easily shocked.”

“I’d rather not – .”

“Ohhhhh! Let me see if I can guess. Hmmm, Burberry coat, tailored suit, hand-made shoes, Cartier watch – yep, gotcha. Divorce proceedings. You took him to the cleaners, right?”

“Really, I’d rather not –“

“OK, my lovely’. Hold on a mo, let me just have a bit more of my drink. It’s very dry in here, isn’t it?”

“Now you mention it, yes, it is rather. Do you think I could have a drink?”

“Of course, my dear, here you are!”

“Oh my…. This is… Mmmmm, what is it?”

“A Zombie. To celebrate the holiday season, bring new customers in. If you ask me, Hallowe’en isn’t a holiday, not here. Not like America. Have you been to America? I’ve not, never, no. Would love to one day, if I ever meet someone rich…”

“It’s fabulous! I went to uhmm, oh, what’s that place called? I just can’t quite… Oh, don’t mind if I do, yes, thank you, this is lovely, very thirst-quenching, mmm…”

“You were saying, about being rich? Look, this is the perfect bank account. I’ve been working on it whilst we’ve been talking. Here, give me your other bank card, that’s right, just tap a few numbers in here, just, like, that and bingo! Job done. Money transferred.”

“Oh! I – “

“Yes, I’m very efficient, that’s what they all say. Now, we’re just about to close, so if you don’t mind – thank you, goodbye now!”

“Nice one, Al. Right, better wrap this place up and get a move on before the police catch up with us.”

“Drinks are on me and, what’s her name? Mrs Arlingham-Ward. What a lovely, lovely lady!”

“Cheers, mate!”

“Cheers!”

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Delusions of Grandeur – VisDare 41

Here’s my latest offering for Anonymous Legacy‘s photo-inspired prompt, VisDare. This week’s prompt word is ‘Transfixed’. The rules are simple:

150 words – or less.

Post entry to your blog and “link in”.

(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)

DON’T FORGET to read and comment on others’ entries!!

The photo is below, and my piece follows.  Let me know what you think, and give it a go yourself, why not?

– Delusions of Grandeur – 

“How much longer, David?”

“Sorry darling, I need to check the metering again. Have you any idea how expensive it is to develop large format film, these days? I can’t afford to get it wrong.”

“Don’t ‘darling’ me! Have you any idea how much it hurts to hold this position? Why couldn’t you go digital like everyone else?”

“Sadie, sweetheart! You look glorious! The pain will be worth it, trust me!”

“Just hurry up and get it over with.”

“You’re an absolute treasure, darli – I mean Sadie. Just one more, that’s it! Serene, enchanting – just perfect. And we’re done!”

“This isn’t for a major publication, is it?”

“Errrr -”

“It’s for your stupid blog, isn’t it? Well?”

“OK, but I’ve got another follower now. You never know -”

“Oh yes I do. Never. Again. And you’re paying for my sports massage this time. I hate you.”

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The Pigeon Fancier – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

Here is my offering for Alastair’s Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below.  Why not take part? And why not visit his photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?

Copyright - A Mixed Bag

Copyright – A Mixed Bag

– The Pigeon Fancier –

“Hey, George! Psst! Are you in there?”

“Don’t be silly, Jim. He ain’t in there! Why would he be in there?”

“Look, Sally’s convinced that’s where she saw him last, before they put the air brick back. Why d’you think she’s been standing here like a lovelorn loon, billing and cooing like it’s going out of fashion?”

“Boys! Shush! I can hear him! He’s definitely in there…”

“Come on, Sally love, you know you’re wasting your time. He’s done a runner, same as always…”

“No he hasn’t! You always want to talk him down – listen!”

“Come on, Jim, let’s leave her to it. She won’t listen – stupid girl!”

“Salleeeeee, Salleeeee, pride of our alley, you’re more than the whole world toooo me…”

“See! I told you boys! He’s singing to me! George! George! Here I am!”

“Jim – it’s that film on TV again, she’s got it all wrong, poor love.”

“Bless her. Let’s leave her to it, like you said. The blighter doesn’t deserve her…”

Here’s a bit of background, for those of you that don’t know the film Sally in Our Alley, or the song by Gracie Fields.