MLMM — Making Sense of Nonsense

28e02038-5d27-4a55-ab5c-2f4ca1aa27a5.png“What’s that contraption?” Amy asked her father.

“This?” Alex said. “It’s my latest invention, sweetie. It’s a woklecockle.”

“A woklecockle? That’s a weird name. What does it do?”

“What does it do? Can’t you tell by looking at it?”

“Actually, no, Daddy, I can’t.”

“Well, sweetie,” Alex said, “Once I power up my woklecockle, it creates a powerful force field that lights up that receiver on the upper left,” he said pointing. “The faster the wheel goes around, the stronger the force field. Ultimately it sends a signal to a communications satellite that is circling the globe. Once the connection with the satellite has been established, the satellite beams down signals to all of the strategically placed dishes on the device.”

“And then what?” Amy asked.

“And then I send the signals to my TV so that I can binge watch “Game of Thrones” for free, sweetie,” Alex said, proudly.

“But why do you call it woklecockle?”

“Because DirecTV was already taken.”

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver Making Sense of Nonsense prompt, where we’re asked to write a story in which we describe our meaning of the word “woklecockle.” Also for Swimmers One-Word Prompt (satellite).

The Resistance

0492E114-ED86-4A73-91AA-63D39C3B0AFCJason woke up in a cold sweat. He sat up in bed and started to shake, which set off the alarm. A nurse came running into his room and said, “You’re awake! Are you okay?”

“I think so,” he said. I was having some weird visions. “I’m sure it was all a dream. Or a more like a nightmare, actually.”

“A nightmare?” she said. “Do you know where you are?”

Jason looked around, saw the medical equipment and apparatus around the room that he was connected to. Panic started to set in. “What’s going on? Where the fuck am I?”

“You’re in a military hospital, Lieutenant Silver. “You’ve been in a coma for the past six months.”

“What?” Jason said, struggling to comprehend what he had just been told. “How did I get here? What happened to me?”

“Let me go get the doctor,” she said, and left the room.

A moment later, a man walked into the room. “Lieutenant Silver, I’m Doctor Jackson. As the nurse mentioned, you have been here for six months. You were brought to this facility unconscious and close to death. Is was touch and go for hours, but we were eventually able to stabilize you. You never regained consciousness. Until just a few moments ago.”

“What happened to me?” Jason asked. “I have no recollection at all.”

“That’s not unusual,” the doctor said,” given what you went through.”

“Tell me!” Jason insisted.

“In 2022, the president died and his son, who assumed the position of vice president in 2020, filled out the remainder of his father’s term. But in 2024, when he lost his re-election bid, he refused to step down and support a peaceful transition of power to the winner,” the doctor explained. “That triggered a military coup in which the young president was killed, which set off a civil war. The dead president’s loyalists took arms in an attempt to regain power for the family and to install his sister as the new leader in order to continue the dynasty.

“Jesus,” Jason said.

“You were a member of the resistance, but I’m afraid their efforts failed and the resistance came up empty handed.”

“Oh my God,” Jason said. “I don’t remember any of that. So how did I get here?”

“You were fighting against the deceased president’s daughter,” the doctor said, “when your squad got overtaken by an armored division of the military loyal to the regime. You were wounded and the rest of your squad bailed on you, thinking you were dead. You were found and brought here.”

“Wow,” Jason said. “So it wasn’t all just a bad dream, after all. What happens now?”

“Well, now that you’ve regained consciousness, Lieutenant,” the doctor said, “by order of her royal highness, Queen Ivanka, you are to be executed as a traitor to the regime.”

Written for Teresa’s Story Starter Challenge where the story starter is “I’m sure it was all a dream.” And for these daily prompts: Swimmer (hour), Word of the Day Challenge (empty), Your Daily Word Prompt (armor), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (division), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (bail).

The Rooftop Garden

DA93E711-420C-4AFC-B329-034F713A25C3“Would you like to see the rus-in-urbe we just completed,” Arlene asked her friend Betsy.

“Your Russian ruble?” Betsy said.

“Ha!” Arlene said. “No, our rus-in-urbe.”

“I’m unfamiliar with that term,” Betsy admitted. “What is it?”

“To be honest,” Arlene said, “Not too many people are knowledgeable about that turn of phrase, so don’t feel bad. It refers to a city garden that is constructed in order to provide the illusion of a rural countryside.”

“And you and Richard made such a garden?” Betsy asked.

“Yes, up on our roof deck,” Arlene said. “I’ve been hoarding a variety of seeds and bulbs to use once Richard designed and built the garden. We planted the seeds, bulbs, and some bushes we bought last fall and now, just in time for spring, they are flowering. Come, I’ll show you.” Arlene grabbed Betsy’s hand and led her up the stairs to the roof deck.

“Oh my God, Arlene!” Betsy exclaimed when she saw the garden on Arlene’s rooftop deck. “This is stunningly beautiful. I had no idea.”

Arlene beamed proudly. “It is, isn’t it? And guess what? The local paper is doing an article highlighting urban gardens and a reporter and photographer are coming over later this afternoon to include our little rus-in-urbe in their article.”

“Well aren’t you the illustrious one?” Betsy said, giving her friend a big hug.

Written for Teresa’s Opposites Attract prompt, where the words are knowledgeable and unfamiliar. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (rus-in-urbe), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (order), Your Daily Word Prompt, (hoard), Swimmers (time), and Word of the Day Challenge (illustrious).

The Track Meet

0F9029CA-0416-46BE-81B5-49FB451E1230When I was in high school I was on the track team. Each year, the local school district would sponsor a track and field tournament and invite each school in the district to send representatives from their individual track teams to compete. My specialties were the 100 and 400 meter hurdles, and I was good enough to be selected year after year to represent my school in those meets.

009E09D1-5D5D-4BD8-AD1D-E54842377A2FAnyone who runs track knows the that one of the elemental factors for success is achieving a high energy level going into your race. What I used to do back then, before today’s dedicated energy bars or drinks were on the market, was to consume a Mars Bar. I felt that eating my Mars Bar right before competing gave me an edge. And it always worked for me. Until the tournament in my senior year.

As usual, I had my Mars Bar and headed to the track. I was limbering up and feeling good when we were told to take our marks for the 400 meter hurdles. The starter’s gun fired and I got off to a good start. But then the wheels came off the bus at the fourth hurdle. I don’t know if it was the Mars Bar or something else, but just before I reached that fourth hurdle, my stomach started to cramp. I tried to power through the pain, but it slowed me down enough that when I tried to jump the hurdle, I came up a little short. And with my leading leg over the hurdle and my trailing leg behind, I didn’t quite have enough height. As a result, my balls smacked into the top of the hurdle and I fell to the ground writhing in pain.

I was on the ground, doubled over in agony, and I’ll never forget the inspiring words my coach said when he ran out onto the track.

He said, “Get up kid and walk it off.”

Written for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (tournament), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (meter), Word of the Day Challenge (elemental), Swimmers (Mars), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (walk).

You Can Never Be Too Thin

FE14F934-4761-409F-8003-D4AA89A8B4AC“Hey Janet” Marilyn said to an old friend that she hadn’t seen in years when she saw her at the fitness center.

“Marilyn, is that really you?” Janet asked. “You look great. Have you been on a starvation diet? You’re skinny as a rail.”

Hearing that from her friend, Marilyn was ecstatic. “Oh thank you, Janet. Yes, I’ve been on this fantastic new diet. And coupled with a rigorous excercise regiment, I’ve lost almost 80 pounds.”

“That’s amazing,” Janet said. “I’ve tried all kinds of diets and none of them have worked for me.”

“Would you want to try the one I’ve been on?” Marilyn asked.

“I guess,” Janet said. “But I really should run it by my doctor. She told me to be watchful about jumping into fad diets.”

“I get it, Janet,” Marilyn said. “These days, there are so many scam diets around, but I can assure you that this one I’m on is rock solid. Just look at me. I look great, don’t I?”

“Well, to be honest, Marilyn,” Janet said, “You look emaciated. You’re too damn skinny.”

“Oh, Janet,” Marilyn said. “Don’t you know that there are two things you can never be: too rich and too thin.”

Written for these daily prompts: Swimmers (diet), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (ecstatic), Word of the Day Challenge (guess), Your Daily Word Prompt (watchful), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (rock).