The Difficult One #writephoto

This week’s #writephoto prompt proved tricky….

A’Turk Dribblesprite paused and adjusted its assassin’s sensor. It glowed a peachy warning: Green, no danger; red, too late death imminent; peach, hmm better be cautious. The universal amber had fallen out of favour on Grebloin due to its associations with puss and aggressive apertures, hence peach. A’Turk had voted for umber – every decision on Grebloin went to a vote, it being universally acknowledged as the most democratic and least governable planet in the known universe. It – gender pronouns had been voted unconstitutional after lobbying by various asexual lichen who, while they didn’t have a voice either literally or metaphorically, did command support due to their wide coverage, which resulted from a combination of a persistent green lobby and some very sweaty politicians changing the atmosphere to semi tropical – had a thing about peach, not that it knew why, in the same way some non sentient shellfish had a thing about smooth rocks – they couldn’t get the hang of them.

Since A’Turk had adopted an avian disguise to avoid the contracted killers – when it had gone through the catalogue for off the peg disguises it felt something that complimented its propensity for swanning around would work best – it was surprised to find itself already confronted by something so obviously befanged and frankly dangerous at both ends. The over sharp raptoresque canines were only marginally worse than a expellation of canine wind which, notoriously had ended the hopes of a third title for Muchbuttock, the double jointed and beloved eclipse specialist, blowing it away from the judges’ line of sight and allowing the competition sun to blind two just as Muchbuttock was manoeuvring itself to form its renowned penumbra.

The Assassin held A’Turk in its steely gaze. A’turk stared back. Swallowing it checked the sensor. Red. It gulped. ‘You were quick. I thought I’d have longer.’

The dog-assassin smiled. ‘We like to be prompt.’

A’Turk nodded and prepared itself for annihilation. Sometimes being the prompt one sucked.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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8 Responses to The Difficult One #writephoto

  1. Well done. Geoff.

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  2. A’Turk should have remained hidden and mute!

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  3. KL Caley says:

    🤣 The trouble-some repercussions of “swanning around”, really made me chuckle. Thank you for joining in #writephoto. KL ❤

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  5. willowdot21 says:

    Shame on A’Turk I’d of though he could of seen the assassin off! 💜

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  7. Jemima Pett says:

    Always a wonderfully different take! Love it.

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