Sunday, June 26, 2016

Starting Sparks: June Edition


Welcome back to Starting Sparks, a monthly writing link-up hosted by Emily @ Ink, Inc. and Ashley G. @ [insert title here]!  The idea behind it is to spark your creativity and write on a theme posted at the first of the month by the co-hosts.  You can write whatever you like be it a short story, a scene, a poem, a piece of dialogue, or simply an exploration of an idea.  This month the selected theme is the following:


After Work Treat

Today, he had nearly botched a job for the first time in years.  The professional assassin had come within a hair's breadth of letting his target escape - and that would have been like signing his own death warrant.  In the end, though, he had taken care of it and no one knew that the entire operation had been this close to going south.  On his way home from the job, he decided to treat himself to one of his favorite meals to reward himself for a job well done.

"Thank you for choosing McDonald's!  Please order when you're ready."

The heavenly aroma drifted through the assassin's open window.  "I'll have a number one, large, with a Coke and that's all.  Thanks."

The chirpy voice coming through the speaker responded, "So that's a large Big Mac extra value meal with a Coke, correct?"

He confirmed his order and pulled around to the second window.  He was the only person in the drive thru and by the state of the parking lot, he was likely the only customer at 1:00 A.M.  The cashier quickly traded his cash for his food, and the assassin was back on the road in no time.  He was so looking forward to those french fries that he was almost salivating at the thought.  Usually, he kept himself healthy and fit, so normally that meant Micky D's was out of the question.  However, tonight he certainly earned it and he could afford to let himself splurge this one time.

Five minutes later, he walked into his apartment and was more than ready to feast.  It's an understatement to say that he was angry when he saw what was actually in the bag.  There was only a small, plain hamburger and a side salad.

Where are the fries?!  He quickly emptied the bag only to confirm the obvious.  There. Were. No. Fries.

He stood, took a breath, and paused to get his jacket and to holster his two favorite sidearms before he walked out into the hallway toward the elevator, the bag of food clenched tightly in one hand.  He stepped inside the elevator readying himself for what he was about to do when he walked into that restaurant.

His mind was filled with thoughts of french fries and revenge.

8 comments:

  1. I'll have to ask Sierra if she wants to do this!

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  2. That was perfect, and understandable :D

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  3. Haha! Loved this! McDonald's french fries are some of the best. :)

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  4. THAT'D BE ME TOO! Haha, it is unreasonably annoying when your food isn't how you ordered it XD

    Thanks so much for linking up with us! It's funny, Victoria also wrote about an assassin, and I kinda did as well! (What is up with us??)

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    1. Huh! I'll have to read theirs! Obviously, great minds think alike! :D

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