I heard the familiar “click” of my front door opening, but since my usually territorial Lab, Libby, made no move from her spot on the couch, I wasn’t worried a homicidal intruder had entered my house.
When I heard the fridge door open, I knew it had to be Drake.
“Seriously, dude, just make yourself at home,” I yelled from the living room.
Carrying a cold beer and an unopened bag of Doritos, Drake ambled into the room, plopping on the couch beside the dog, Ignoring the coasters on the coffee table, he sat his wet bottle down and opened the chips.
“What?” Drake said with a spray of crumbs. “You really think I’m going to knock?”
“You’re right, what was I thinking?” I picked up his beer and slid a cork circle under it, wiping the wet ring off the table before the finish turned white. “I don’t know why I even bother.”
Drake ate the chips by the fist full, dropping more in his lap than he got in his mouth, drinking huge gulps of Bud. The dog was enjoying his Doritos dregs, furtively snagging morsels Drake missed.
“You know, without me, you would’ve never been accepted into the group.” Drake let out a hops and nacho belch. “With my coaching, you gave an Oscar worthy performance. You owe me!”
“I’m not so sure it’s worth the fall out, worth putting up with your bullshit.” I picked up his empty and swept his webbed feet off my coffee table. “I don’t like playing a character, being someone I’m not.”
“Bro, the world is your stage,” he quacked, shrugging his feathered shoulders, “and I’m a duck. What did you expect?”
Trifecta, a weekly one-word prompt, challenges writers to use that word in its third definition form, using no less than 33 words or no more than 333. The week’s prompt is: Home [adj. \hohm\] 3a : a familiar or usual setting : congenial environment; also :the focus of one’s domestic attention; b : habitat
For the Scriptic prompt exchange this week, Maya Bahl gave me this prompt: The world is your stage, and I am a duck.
I gave Eric Storch this prompt: Oh, for heaven’s sake. You could win a gold medal for stupid.’
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I have a friend or two like that. Although they are human as far as I can tell.
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Not the ending I expected! Coming up with a response to that line about the duck must have been a heck of a challenge.
Funny story. You had a tough prompt, but you made it work well.
I wondered why the picture of the ducks at the beginning. The ending cleared that up for me 🙂 Funny story!
Excuse me while I catch my breath… laughing…
that image…it’s awesome. That yellow duck is just looking at the other duck as if to say “What the hell do YOU want??
Fabulous story, Tara. Such an unexpected ending, it was a delight 🙂
hah, I was not expecting that to be the punchline. You definitely made the use of that phrase work out well 🙂
If Howard the Duck has been written this well it might have been a good movie. clever way with the prompt. this rocked