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Pigeons in Black
Let’s take this from the top again.
Rigby hurried through the house to reach the front door. His head ached with a ferocious bite that was only made worse by the sharp knocks from the front door that spurred him to quicken his pace. Nearly out of breath he swung the door open and squinted against the sun’s blinding glare.
“Hello?”
“Down here, bub,” croaked a pudgy gray pigeon in a black suit that was too tight. He held a clipboard in one wing and leaned against a white sack.
“You can talk?” Rigby asked with amazement.
“And you can still freaking hear. Congratulations,” the pigeon groaned, “Do you want a trophy or something?”
“No, I- I’m sorry. I’ve just never seen a talking pigeon before. What’s your name?”
“Not the first time I’ve heard that. Frank, now I need you to sign here,” he held out the clipboard.
“What’s this for?”
“Whatever is in the sack,” Frank pointed with his wing. “Now just sign.”
“What’s in the sack?”
Frank shrugged and ignored the question.
“Frank,” Rigby said becoming annoyed. “What’s in the sack?”
“Does it matter? Just sign the damn paper already so I can get on with my day. I’m late to get to the pub for a beer,” Frank puffed out his feathers.
“It’s only nine in the morning?” Rigby retorted.
“Hey, not to pop your balloon pal, but some of us have bigger problems than lost children’s toys. Now, will you just sign the damn paper?”
“No, whatever is in that sack I don’t want it,” Rigby protested.
Frank grumbled and pulled out a small metallic badge. Nestled in the crook of his wing it looked like a child’s lost toy. He held it out to show the lettering engraved in it, NYPD.
“You don’t look like a cop,” Rigby scoffed.
“Cop? It means I’ll ‘nock yo punkass down!” Frank snapped which caused the white sack to stir. Quiet whimpering began to emanate from within.
“Is there a baby in that sack?” Rigby asked becoming visibly panicked.
“Ah hell no, not again! You should have just signed the damn paper,” Frank said moments before striking Rigby in the back of the head.
“Wait-” Rigby tried to cry out before he crumbled to the ground like a wet paper bag.
Rigby was startled awake by a sharp knock from the front door. His head ached and he couldn’t recall how long he was asleep.
This story was written t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶l̶a̶s̶t̶ ̶m̶i̶n̶u̶t̶e̶ as a response to the Monday Mashup by Jonathon Sawyer. A fun writing challenge that updates on a bi-weekly schedule. Feel free to check it out and participate!
-Prompt #2 (Tails): 2 points
A stork arrives asking you to sign for a package — a baby in a basket!
-Constraints: 1 point each
Some liquid other than water: beer
A lost children's toy: Frank uses the term figuratively
A popped balloon: Frank uses the term figuratively
A lost children's toy(2):Frank pulls out a badge that looks like a toy
-Hardcore Constraint: 2 points
A character has lost all their memories: Rigby forgets what happened
-Literary Device: (Worth a MEGA 5 bonus points!)
The white sack is a Macguffin
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