Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Creative Competitor - 500 word contest

Here's the winner 

We had to write 500 words on the picture below. 

My take is a time travel/Wizard of Oz combo. If I do it over, I think I'd use actual names instead of labels.

The Time Wizard

I tossed a head of cabbage into the grinder.

 “Gentlemen, a thousand bucks will get you fifteen minutes each. That’s all the time you have to change the past.   When your time’s up, you’ll end up back here.   Did everyone sign the waivers?”

They all nodded.  I double checked the extension cord.

“Who’s first?”

Con Man rose from the sofa and stepped into the tub.  As I secured the bicycle helmet, I enquired about the purpose of his trip.

 “I want Dorothy.  The sympathy approach failed. Apparently, when I claimed losing my grandmother to a tornado, I hit a sore spot.   I’m going to try another angle.”

I made some notes, then flipped the switch.  The generator hummed. Lights flickered.  Then ‘baraap,’ Con Man vanished.   I don’t know why time travel evokes a gastrointestinal response, maybe it’s the cabbage.   Not wanting to disappoint my clients, I started setting up the next trip.

I just snapped the straps onto Suit Coat when Con Man came back.  He plopped onto the couch with tears in his eyes.

 “I couldn’t do it. She’s too innocent, too perfect. I just didn’t have the heart.”

Suit Coat scoffed.

“Idiot.  She out-conned you.  This girl is definitely not innocent.  You need brains to play this right.”

 “Well, braniac, if you’re so smart, then why aren’t you with her?”

“A worthy advisory never accepts the first offer. A few gold bricks didn’t impress her, but a road paved with them might. “

I flipped the switch for round two.  Humming. Flickering.  ‘Baraap’.  One left.  Moron twitched in the chair.

“Does this cause cancer?  How do I know I’ll end up in the right spot?  What if I land in dinosaur times?”

“It’s safe.”  Another cabbage turned to green confetti.  The incessant questioning challenged my focus.   I thought something exploded when Suit Coat returned.  He started unleashing his rage on my equipment.

“You break it, you buy it!”

That caught his attention. Moron snickered.

“Can it!” Cracked Suit Coat.  “At least we had the courage to ask her out.”

The poor soul never had a chance to defend himself.  The ‘baraaap’ echoed as he catapulted to that moment in time when he could have made his move on Dorothy.

Fifteen minutes went by and he never returned.  Maybe all his fidgeting jostled something loose.   I sent the other two gentlemen on their way.  When they were gone, I tried to contemplate what went wrong.

A knock on the door interrupted my thinking.  I opened the door to find a disheveled young woman, her hampered appearance offset by defiant red shoes.  I didn’t need to know her name.

“I hear you’re the time wizard.  I need to go back to before I met my husband.  He’s an animal.”

I went to the fridge for some cabbage, happy to have my answer.  Time is a fickle thing.

“That will be three hundred dollars.”

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