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First Line Friday 09.06.17

It’s that every other Friday again where I give you the first line, and you all get to write the rest. This prompt alternates with Amanda’s Music Prompts, so make sure to check back next Friday for some musical inspiration.

I’ll provide the first line, you get to write whatever comes afterward. Length, genre, and structure is completely up to you. Feel free to modify the line as you see fit, adding punctuation, quotes, or other bits if so desired. Or for more of a challenge, change nothing. You have a week to write it, enjoy!

Include the first line of course! Tag it Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Fridays, and short fiction. Create a link (ping-back) to this post and add your link to Mister Linky below.

Your line for this week is:

Being tied to a chair was about as unpleasant as he imagined.

About Dylan Hughes

Always short fiction, two times a week.

8 comments on “First Line Friday 09.06.17

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  2. weejars
    June 9, 2017
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  4. Jessica Bakkers
    June 9, 2017

    I haven’t come across your prompts before. This looks great!!

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  6. flashpoetguy
    June 9, 2017


    Being tied to a chair was about as unpleasant as he imagined, but if what appeared to be a charade of sorts ended there, he’d gladly laugh it off.

    It didn’t.

    Martin felt the blood pounding in his wrists. He imagined the clenched rope blanching his hands white as a manikin’s, his ten fingers so numb he could not distinguish their feel from the wooden slats of the chair to which Happy the clown had moored them. And his ankles swelled to bursting.

    “I get it,” said Martin. “You’re a clown. You do outlandish things to make folks laugh.”
    “I’m Happy,” Happy said with a thick red painted smile that lifted the bulbous red nose like a tiny rising sun.

    “You call this making me laugh? Okay, the joke’s over. Untie me.”

    Now Happy’s fat lips collapsed into a scowl. Martin watched the light in the clown’s eyes dim until nothing remained there except gray smoking cinders. But what frightened the man in the chair was the clown with a gun now. Martin was certain once the trigger was squeezed there’d be no red cloth sign that read “BANG” from the barrel of a fake gun.

    “They shut down Ringling,” said Happy. “Pulled the circus rug right from under us.”
    “I’m sorry.”

    “You’re sorry.” Happy shakes his head. “No, you’re not. You let it close. Too busy for a night at the circus. Cheaper to give your kid a Smartphone than take him to see the ‘Greatest Show on Earth.’ Where do we go now? Send the monkeys up a tree? Horses to the glue factory? Tell the bearded Lady to go shave? The Fat Lady to cut out carbs? And clowns like me?”

    “I know people,” Martin said. “I can help you find a job.”

    But Happy wasn’t listening as he cocked the gun and aimed it at Martin.
    “Don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me!”

    Several times the clown spun the revolver up in the air and caught it coming down. He did a fancy two-step in his long floppy shoes and sang a ditty or two. But it wasn’t the same. No one was out there cheering. Except for the man in the chair there were no applauding crowds, no swinging aerialists, no barker, no chatter of monkeys.
    No cry for an encore to retrieve Happy from the sidelines. Nothing.

    The gun was in his hand again. The trigger cocked. Martin shut his eyes and pretended he’d hear the laughter at the firing of a fake red-cloth “BANG!”
    Martin heard only the harshness of silence.


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