It’s Friday again! YEA! Break out the alcohol, the munchies, call the pizza guy – it’s the start of the WEEKEND! It’s also time for Flash Fiction over at the Dragon Mistress’s site.
How funny is it that our prompt today is to feature a parking lot as the primary setting – with a Eastern Warrior type as the photo prompt? With all the auto-obsessions I’ve been on about this week – I think she’s spying on me. Here’s my flash entry:
Since time immemorial, the souls of humanity have been forged upon the most mundane of battlegrounds, tempered in the fires of chance encounters, fletched by everyday events.
I just want to know why MY battlefield had to be a parking lot of used cars.
Virulent hatred is too soft a phrase for the feelings I experience when setting foot on such a tarmac…yet here I was, a long-range archer forced into close combat with the most vile and cunning trickster ever spat from the ninth circle of hell.
He would attempt to place me in a motorized chariot that I neither chose nor desired – and his desire to separate me from all my worldly goods while doing so was akin to pouring additional incendiaries on an already blazing situation.
My battle-cry of “Forty-eight hundred, and no financing!” fell on deaf ears, even as my opponent’s snarled “Two hundred a month!” arrowed through the exhaust-laden atmosphere.
We eyed each other up – taking measure of perceived strengths, weaknesses, exploitable traits both real and imagined as we warily circled within the lot.
And then broke, offering meaningless pleasantries, going our separate ways to new battlegrounds and more worthy opponents.