#SwiftFicFriday W106 – Vote!

#SwiftFicFriday W106 – Vote!

Another prompt, another round of great stories to choose from. Check the stories out below and vote for your favorite!


The Pressure!

It was like that old Barbara Stanwyck movie. And before you bluster out, “Barbara who?”, I can’t help it if you’re too young to understand classic movie references. They are useful. I find them very useful.

Hell, I understand the world because of them.

Anyways, the movie I am thinking about is, Sorry, Wrong Number.

I see you shaking your head. Let me explain. Wrong numbers were a thing once. Still are, I suppose.

And saying, “sorry” was more prevalent back then.

Back when people were more polite.

Great movie anyways. I think the story started out as a radio play. Agnes Moorehead starred in them. In fact, when they made the movie they offered her a bit role and gave the starring role to Stanwyck.

You’ve got that look again. Drawing a blank on Agnes? You spend your days and nights with your nose in your device. Look up “old movies” sometime. Much better than the dreck they make today.

“DRECK”, not SHREK.

Dreck’s not a movie. It’s an observation. Good news, though. SHREK is a twenty-year-old movie. Becoming an oldie but goodie. That’s my point. You just need to think older.

Anyways. Back to Agnes. I don’t know if anyone said, Sorry, Wrong Actress, to Moorehead. I hear she was pissed though and told them what they could do with their measly offer.

What I was talking about though was that the movie is the story of a woman who overhears a murder plot…on the phone…on a party-line…

You don’t know what that is?

Right!

Another old thing. People shared phone lines…anyways, there I was, overhearing this goober on his cell…saying, “murder is my business…” or maybe he said, “Covid ‘s been murder on my business…”

I couldn’t quite tell. Sure hope it was the latter.

300 words by Bill Engleson (@billmelaterplea)

It was obvious which seat had belonged to Toni Tyler’s father. The head of the table was for the Powered Response Unit representatives and all the other seats were taken. She took her father’s seat with deep breathing and a perfect poker face. The Powered pair present did not represent PRU’s best or brightest.

Daring Duke was a spiritual Powered from a seedy city. He’d scurry home as soon as the PRUDENT meeting ended. Did that used car lot owner think his false facial hair concealed his civilian identity?

Three Ring was a physical Powered whose acrobat motif reminded Toni more of a clown. She wanted to ask if he had made any progress tracking down her father’s killer. Because she knew he hadn’t. That’s why she’d resolved to handle it herself. Off the books.

“I hope I’m not too late.”

A tired voice shocked everyone to their feet.

“Milady,” Daring Duke bowed with a flourish of his top hat. “I had no idea you would be in attendance!”

“I was in town.”

Toni swallowed and reminded herself to breathe. Three Ring vacated the head of the table for Jian, a physical Powered founding member of PRU and the greatest superhero in history. Her reserved presence gave the meeting greater gravitas.

World crises were fairly mundane this week. The Defensive Emergency Neutralization Team could handle most of them without Powered help.

Jian volunteered to be airdropped into the worst disaster zone as well as handle the supervillain Daring Duke wasn’t sure he could get to with activity in his personal rogues gallery. Jian, of course, remained point on exposing and defeating the deadly Nightmare Syndicate. Afterward, Toni overheard Three Ring talking to the legend.

“Are you still letting that homeless guy crash at your apartment?”

“I had a spare room.”

300 words by David A Ludwig (@DavidALudwig)

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