100 WORDS
A Routine Patrol
Thrifty Words 100 Challenge #19: Plasma
It was supposed to be a routine patrol. Whenever the powers that be tell me it’ll be a routine patrol, all I hear is a “poutine” patrol and want to head to Sammy’s Poutine for some of their glorious fries with cheese and gravy.
But, back to the problem at hand. Me, Geezer, and GeorgieBoy were supposed to patrol the Safe Zone. There’d been no signs of insurgents for weeks. Off we went, patrolling the Zone. And what did Geezer do? Dropped his fucking plasma rifle! It fucking exploded! We’d change his nickname to FuckHead, if he still had one.
For the uninitiated, poutine is the national dish of the province of Quebec. It is french fries, topped with cheese curds and gravy. Or a miraculous mixture of other toppings, such as pulled pork or butter chicken.
I wrote this little story based on this prompt from The Bad Influence.
Paul Mansfield is a writer, a photographer, a guitar player, a philosopher — some he does well, some not so well, but he still tries them all.
You can follow him on Twitter @pmansfield
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