“Um, what are you doing?” Sara asked.
“I’m simply trying to ameliorate all of the damage you’ve done,” Josh said.
“Damage? Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?” Sara said.
“Oh I think I’m being quite judicious, my dear,” Josh said. “Someone has to take steps to clarify what you posted.”
“Oh my God!” Sara said, “You and your snowflake friends need to zen out, for crissake. I’m not taking it back. I meant what I said.”
“Come on, Sara, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” Josh said. “Listen, if they can make hamburgers and hot dogs from veggies, why can’t they make veggies from meat?”
“Josh, I understand that you and your meat-eater pals feel threatened by us vegans,” Sara said, “but why would you go out of your way to give me what looked like carrots that were made out of turkey meat? They were disgusting and I’m going to keep beating that drum on Twitter and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Written for this week’s Time To Write Sentence Starter prompt from Rachel Poli, where we asked to write a story beginning with the word “Um.” Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (ameliorate), The Daily Spur (being), Daily Addictions (bit), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (judicious), Your Daily Word Prompt (clarify), and Word of the Day Challenge (zen). Photo of Arby’s “marrot,” a turkey meat-based carrot, credit: Peyton Fulford for The New York Times.
The sound of the rifle blast disturbed the otherwise peaceful morning. The gulls took flight, the squirrels and gophers scurried. The dogs started barking, the crows started cawing.
One deer, the large male, fell to the ground with a thud, while the three others scattered into the shelter of the woods. The shooter approached his prey and congratulated himself on the accuracy of his shot. This deer was a four-pointer and it’s head with antlers would make yet another fine trophy for his cabin’s wall.
He could never understand those who claimed that deer hunting isn’t a sport. Of course it is, he reasoned. It takes patience and skill. It’s not something just anybody can do. Just because the other team doesn’t know they’re playing the game doesn’t mean it’s not a sport.
Besides, it’s sanctioned by the state as a means to control overpopulation and to improve the herd.
So screw those who think it’s cruel. They’re just a bunch of libtard snowflakes.
Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Photo credit: wildverbs.
By the way, I am one of those libtard snowflakes.