The Bike Messenger

Freeze, boy!” The security guard yelled.

Malcolm was riding his bicycle around a fairly wealthy part of town. When he heard the command from the security guard, he brought his bike to a screeching halt. “Is there a problem, sir?” Malcolm asked.

“Show me some identification, boy,” the guard said. Malcolm reached inside his jacket for his wallet. The guard pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Malcolm’s head.

“Whoa, dude,” Malcolm said, “I’m getting out my ID as you asked.” Malcolm handed the guard his driver’s license.

The security guard looked at the license and then looked at Malcolm. “You’re not from this neighborhood. You better have a good reason for being here, boy.”

“This is ridiculous,” Malcolm said. “I work for a bike messenger service and I have a legal document to deliver to a client who lives on the next block. Can I go now? I’m already running late.”

“Not yet,” the guard said.

What’s next?” Malcolm asked. “Are you going to arrest me for being black and riding a bicycle in a white neighborhood?”

“Don’t you be impertinent with me, boy!”

“Oops, that’s the fourth time you called me boy,” Malcolm said. “I’m 22, I’m a senior in college, and my father is the chief of police. I’ve been recording this conversation on my iPhone since you told me to freeze. I hope you’ll enjoy being unemployed because I’m going to have you fired.


Written for these daily prompts: MMA Storytime (freeze), The Daily Spur (bicycle), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (ridiculous), Your Daily Word Prompt (late/oops), Ragtag Daily Prompt (what’s next), and Word of the Day Challenge (hope).

Fandango’s Dog Days of August #9

Fandango’s Dog Days of AugustDo you need a muse to get your creative juices flowing during these hot, sultry days of August? Try a dose of Fandango’s Dog Days of August prompt.

At 6:00 am Pacific time each day this month, I will be posting a new theme. Today’s theme is “your neighborhood.” Tell us about your neighborhood. What do you like most about it? What, if anything, don’t you like? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about your neighborhood.

If you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FDDA, and create a pingback to this post or manually add your link in the comments.

And, of course, take some time to read the other responses to this prompt. See how other bloggers are coping with the dog days of August.

#writephoto — Safety Be Damned

AAC4CE1B-4250-412B-8AA0-64F477A0D112“This is remarkable,” Donna said. “What a transformation.”

Steve beamed. “Yeah, we gutted the place,” he said. “Took it down to the studs, reconfigured the layout a little for a better flow, and created an open concept for the kitchen, dining area, and family room.”

“Wow, just wow,” Donna said. “You did an amazing job, that’s all I can say.”

“Thanks,” Steve said. “We also added a powder room on this level and created a master suite upstairs by combining two of the four bedrooms. It has an en-suite bathroom and a huge walk-in closet.”

“So when are you putting it on the market?” Donna asked.

“I still need to stage it, but probably next week if all goes well,” Steve said. “I spent just north of a hundred grand on the renovation, and I think I can clear twice that on the flip.”

“That’s fantastic, Steve,” Donna said. “But I am wondering about the exterior. I see you didn’t clean out the weeds growing out front or do anything about the badly worn steps.”

“I will get rid of the weeds and prune the plants, but I can’t touch the steps,” Steve said.

“Why not?” Donna asked. “Aren’t they a tripping hazard?”

“I thought so, too,” Steve said, “but this community has a restrictive covenant. You can do whatever you want to the interior of the homes, but you can’t make any changes to the exterior. They insist on maintaining the ‘original character’ of the neighborhood.”

“Safety be damned, I guess,” Donna sighed.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Factory Reset

“I just read a review in the paper about a new bakery that recently opened up in the neighborhood,” Gail said. “There are a number of items on the menu that the reviewer described as mouthwatering. He raved about the Black Forest cake, which is one of my favorites. And the ambience, for a neighborhood bakery, is surprisingly inviting, the reviewer wrote.”

Gregg, sitting across the kitchen table from his wife, briefly looked up from his smartphone and absently said, “right.”

“Right what?” Gail asked. “Did you hear a word I said?”

“Um, you were saying something about cakes, right?” Gregg responded, a somewhat sheepish look on his face.

“You never listen to a thing I say, do you? Your nose is always stuck in whatever you’re doing on that goddam phone,” Gail said. She reached across the table and grabbed Gregg’s smartphone.

“What are you doing?” He shouted. “Give that back to me.”

“I’m going to obliterate whatever it is on this smartphone that so captivates you that you never listen to a word I say,” Gail said. And with that, she went to the smartphone’s setting and tapped on “Erase All Content and Settings.”E70D9448-6FA2-4588-9499-0B1CB770C433


Written for these daily prompts: Jibber Jabber (paper), The Daily Spur (number), Ragtag Daily Prompt (mouthwatering), Word of the Day Challenge (cake), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (ambience), and Your Daily Word Prompt (obliterate).

Friday Fictioneers — The Eggman

48DD88C3-A8CE-4EFD-8F86-6393E6DB88F5When asked why he did it, Raymond Mason, a long time resident of the community, explained that the neighborhood was going through some tough times. “A lot of folks here have lost their jobs due to the pandemic. They’re having a difficult time making ends meet. So every morning, just as the sun comes up, I put a carton of hardboiled eggs on my window sill and invite people to take what they need. It’s the least I can do.”

There were no eggs this morning on the window sill. The man they called “The Eggman” passed away last night.

(100 words)


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Todd Foltz