Friday, April 12, 2013

Everything's for Sale- Friday Fictioneers

Once in a while I'm reminded that I'm a fan of Steampunk. I'm a fan of a lot of things but that's not the point. When I saw this week's photo Prompt offered up by Sandra Cook, my comment on Facebook was something like: I'm in  love.

It's pretty in a  rusty greasy gear head type of way and I'm not ashamed to say it. In fact, it makes me want to dig out my halloween costume and go find  a dirigible. Which brings me to my submission. 


Copyright Sandra Cook
Everything's for Sale

The young pilot eyed the contraption eagerly. The old tramp watched as the youth approached the steps of the local saloon. The tramp recognized the want in her coveteous eyes. Everyone who saw it had the same look.

“I see you looking at the bike little lady.” The tramp siddled between her and the bike.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about old man.” The pilot knew his kind. Meddling. Out to make some money.

“Sure  you do. But this baby ain’t for sale.” He patted the seat.

She drew her pistol, aiming it at the old tramp. “Mister, everything’s for sale. Now get out of my way.” 

The Blog Hop is going pretty good this week, so you should all take a look inside and see what the other awesome writers take from this work of art. Don't forget to drop by Rochelle's blog for the rules and tips on how to induce labor. Hopefully you'll participate too.

16 comments:

  1. Dear Atiya,
    A little Mad Max flowing through some of the stories this week. Although I guess this would be Mad Maxine. Nice bit of inspiration.
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

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    1. I guess Mad Max would be fitting for this story. I have to make it a point to get around to the rest and see what you mean. Thanks

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  2. We've had a lot of great last lines this week, and I loved yours! Good job!

    Here's mine: http://unexpectedpaths.com/friday-fictioneers/siblings/

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    1. And I loved yours. Thanks for coming by. Oh and how come when I came to your blog earlier, I couldn't find the story? I looked all over your set up and found nothing. I'm extra glad you left your link today.

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  3. Exactly Mad Max-ish and what she wants, she gets. Nicely done. I think you mean "Now", rather than "No" in your excellent last line.

    Have a great weekend,

    janet

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    1. Well in the longer version she did intend to pay for it. Thanks for catching that error. Consider it fixed. Thank you for coming by.

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  4. Nothing like a woman with a gun and guts. A bit Calamity Jane :-)

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    1. A little bit. Take no crap is her motto.

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  5. Well see there, I have the inventor and you have the buyer! I loved your story. Thanks for stopping by mine earlier and I fixed the chin/shin thing! :-)

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    1. Hey I'm glad you like it. Yours was more into the genre than mine though.Thanks from coming by.

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  6. That was very unexpected, which made it very good..! :)

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  7. Good for that old lady. She probably had to put up with that type of man bossing and kicking her around all her life...now she got her pistol and ain't taking crap from them any more. LOL. Terrific. Atiya...where is Boomie Bol? Anybody know what happened to her?

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    1. I've kicked around how to respond to this. What old lady? This was not a male/female subjugation issue. A tramp, like a beggar or a vagabond was trying to sell something that didn't appear to belong to him by using old school sales techniques. The YOUNG Pilot who just happens to be female put a stop to that with her gun. I'm not exactly sure how you got all that from my story. I now wonder if everyone else got that from it.
      Thank you for letting me know that I was not being clear enough.

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  8. Sale or not, the girl knows what she wants.

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    1. Glad you saw that. Thanks for coming by.

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