SoCS — A Night to Remember

For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has asked us to use a word or words that end in “-sty.”

I invited Christy, a young woman I met at a convention in town, over to my place, but I needed to quickly clean it up because it was a pigsty. It was dusty and musty and generally quite nasty, but if I didn’t freshen things up, my night with her could end up being a travesty. She would be arriving in less than an hour, so I needed to be hasty.

Because it was a rather frosty and misty night outside, I threw a few logs onto the fire to make sure that my place was feeling toasty. I prepared a tasty pitcher of zesty Bloody Marys in case she was thirsty.

I really wanted to make a good impression on Christy, but had been so long since I’d last been with a woman that I was worried about being a little rusty.

I am happy to say that, for the most part, the night went quite well. Christy walked into my place and took off her coat, and in her brazen immodesty, she was wearing a tight, black dress that made the most of her busty figure. After a few drinks, she confided that she was feeling lusty, and I learned that she was also quite feisty.

It turned out that I wasn’t at all rusty, and our night together was one to be remembered. But it wasn’t until the night came to an end, when she held out her hand and asked me for five hundred dollars, that I realized that Christy could become quite testy.

SoCS — Of All the Nerve

Beads of perspiration started to appear on Danny’s forehead and there was a slightly visible twitching of his left eyelid.

“Hey, what’s the matter, Danny Boy?” Bruno asked, a sardonic grin on his face. “You got some nerve damage or something? Your eyelid is going a mile a minute over there.”

“Yeah, Bruno,” Danny said, “I tend to get a little nervous when someone’s pointing a piece at me. Why don’t you put that thing away so we can talk freely, man-to-man.”

“Man-to-man, huh? I gotta tell you, Danny Boy,” Bruno said, “you got some nerve, after what you done to Charlie Two Toes, to talk to me like that.”

“That’s me, Bruno,” Danny said. “I got nerves of steel. So either lose that piece or use it.”

Bruno stared at Danny for a few minutes and put down his piece. Now it was Danny’s turn to smile. “You just made the same mistake that Charlie Two Toes made last week, Bruno.”

Bruno realized too late the error he had made when he put his piece down. Danny reached for his piece, pointed it toward Bruno, and triumphantly said, “Checkmate.”

Enraged, Bruno swept his hand across the table, scattering the chess pieces all over the floor. “Damn you, Danny Boy,” Bruno shouted. “Playing a friendly game of chess with you is so fucking nerve-racking.”

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Linda has given us the word “nerve” and instructed us to use it any way we want.

SoCS/Opposing Forces

Well this is special. Linda G. Hill gave us “above/below” for her Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. And weejars gave us “giant/tiny” and “heavy/light” for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Opposing Forces Prompt. Three sets of opposites.

So I thought it might be fun to come up with one stream of consciousness post that combines the three pairs of opposites. Let’s see how I do.

“I promise you, Marianne,” Josh said as he sat across the kitchen table from his wife, “this is not one of my hairbrained schemes. Everything is above board. And if it all goes as planned, the payoff in the end will be nothing short of giant.”

“Yeah, right, Josh,” Marianne said. “What kind of con is your tiny little brain cooking up now?”

Josh reached over and grabbed Marianne’s hands. “You used to believe in me, Marianne,” he said. “Now you sling insults at me.” Josh got a hurt look on his face. “I ain’t no lightweight, you know. You’re hitting me below the belt with comments like that.”

Marianne pulled her hands away from Josh’s. “You have a history, Josh. You always end up screwing your scams up and I wind up stuck having to bail you out of a jam.”

“This time it’s going to different, Marianne, I swear to you,” Josh said. “I’ve got it all worked out, so you can leave the heavy lifting to me.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Marianne said. “That’s what you say and then the burden falls upon me to clean up your mess.”

“Have faith in me, Marianne,” Josh said. “I’m going to score big time on this one and then we’ll have enough to get out of this shithole apartment and live the good life together.”

Marianne looked sympathetically at Josh. “Okay, fine,” she said. “One last con. Just promise me, Josh, that you won’t get yourself killed.”

“Aw, see, you do love me,” Josh said as he stood up, moved over to where Marianne was sitting, and gave her a kiss.

SoCS — False Flag

“Colonel, I think we’re looking at a false flag operation,” Captain Charles Reynolds told his superior officer.

“Why do you think that, Charles?” Colonel Bradbury asked. “Do you have definitive evidence?”

“Nothing definitive, sir. Not yet, anyway. But my team is working on it,” Reynolds answered. “As you know, sir, the intent of a false flag attack is to shift the blame elsewhere. There are clear characteristics in the hack that point to Iran, but while the techniques applied in this attack are typically used by Iranians, my team has uncovered some telltale signatures in the code that indicate the Russians may be behind it. They, the Russians, sir, are very good at emulating the techniques, and even languages, used by the groups or countries they are trying to frame, which in this case, is Iran.”

“Yes, Charles, that is what the Russians do,” said Bradbury. “They stage their attacks in such a way that it looks to their victims and to the world that another country is behind the cyber attack. They’re very good and masking who’s actually responsible.”

“Indeed,” Reynolds said. “While there are a number of countries that have engaged in this sort of attack, by far the most prolific practitioner is Russia, using its GRU intelligence service and hackers associated with it.”

“What do you think their aims are, Charles?”

“Best case, sir, it’s just to annoyingly infiltrate our systems in order to demonstrate that they can get at us,” Reynolds said. Then he swallowed hard and said, “Worst case, they can potentially bring about widespread chaos by shutting down all electronic communications and infrastructure systems in the country.”

“Well godammit, Reynolds, we need to take action to prevent something like that from happening,” Bradbury barked. “You need to confirm whether this is, in fact, a Russian false flag attack or if it is actually the Iranians. The President is going to want to strike back at whoever is responsible and that strike has to directed at the right adversary or we’re all going to be in deep shit.”

Captain Reynolds crisply saluted Colonel Bradbury. “Yes sir, right away sir,” Reynolds said, as he spun around and left the colonel’s office.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where we are asked to use the word “flag” in our post.

SoCS — looking Back

I suppose, in the end, looking back at it, it wasn’t all bad. Oh sure, it was pretty contentious at times. Most of the time, actually.

We fought a lot. And when we fought, we really fought. I mean knock down, drag out fights. Not physically, of course. We never hit or kicked or bit one another. Yeah, I do remember putting my fist through the wall that one time. And then there was the night you threw your wine glass at me. Fortunately I ducked just in time.

But the mind games we played were emotionally bruising. You said I was gaslighting you. I said you had me walking on eggshells. We threw verbal jabs at each other, each like the sting of a bee. And the resentment we each felt toward one another settled upon us like a thick fog that cast a pall over most of our marriage.

Face it, we are both very passionate people and it was our passion for life that brought us together, our passion for love that kept us together, and our passion in bed that had us soaring. For a while, anyway.

So that’s why I say it wasn’t all bad. At least in the beginning.

This post was written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Linda has commanded us to write about the beginning of something and the end of something. Bonus points if our first sentence contains “the end” and our last sentence contains “the beginning.”