Book(s) Added to Mr. Lance’s Bookshelf this week, You will find this feature every Sunday on SV. No It’s not a book club, you will not see any reviews, just my way of letting you know about a good book or two.
From the Writer of “The Outsiders” and “Rumble Fish” S.E. Hinton returns with her first new book in over 40 years. It is worth a read. Does take a strange twist.
I can not remember if I have ever done this meme before, no-worry today is a good a’ day as ever.
Long time blog buddy Foxxfyrre over at the Honk N’ Holl’r has made a startling return to the blogging world recently, using his penguin superpowers to corrupt the minds of young women everywhere. including inside the bloggingham palace. (I may have made that up)
Here is what we were asked to do:
The following images were chosen at random using Cooliris. I just use any word that pops to mind and place it in the google channel in Cooliris and then fish for a picture.
Write anything (flash fiction, poem, limeric, haiku, song lyric, or even a joke) that incorporates all three images while using the fourth image as an action, setting, mood, or motif for your writing. The photos are just prompts to spark your imagination and get writing. Half the fun of this little meme is to see how the photos have been utilized into your writing.
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Warning:: this feature on Solitary Views may contain language that some readers may find offensive, We try to keep it in good taste, and in good writing.
Reader Discretion is Advised.
Somewhere in Texas, 1963
“Damn it you idiot! We’re Broke !”, was still playing over and over again in Luther’s mind. He sat now in his hotel room, clenching his near empty bottle of Gin. Damn It - Damn It - Damn It repeating in his head, over and over.
Moments ago…
Puzzled at what words were about to sputter through his lips, Jefferson Luther sat calmly waiting for the boardroom of big dollar investors to fill. All of his investors and partners called him Luther, almost not remembering he had a first name at all. Not yet knowing that today Luther would not be the only name he was called, Many foul words and names were about to follow.
Wasting no time, Luther stood up and addressed his twenty investors. “ Because of the economy, all of your investments are about to tank, The casino is loosing money badly, more and more every day” A bold sputter to say the least. You could almost feel the air inside the room change, you may have thought it was poisonous. Luther started to feel the symptoms of something like a flu.
He continued,
“we have the largest Hotel and Casino in this vast city, But somehow we are loosing more money than we are making, I would ask the bookkeeper, what the hell? but she is off romancing that new toy of hers” Luther declared boldly. “She took off to Vegas” Luther thought to himself they were taking this well, that feeling would not last long.
“You have got to be kidding me?” one voice from the crowd and cut in abruptly, “ Not one year ago you came to us with these brilliant plans, plans to make a 10 million dollar investment into a 20 million dollar disaster.” Now standing and clearly pissed off. You may think he was intimidating just by looking at him. a cold stair, a calm stride, and wearing a very dark and very shiny Italian Suit. no one really knew his name, he just showed up one day with cash.
Luther now feeling more feverish contained both cold and warm flashes now. This was clearly not a good day to be coming down with the flu.
“ Listen Luther, we gave you our money for a reason, we all want to make money.” This was so far the calmest thing said by the Italian business man. “We are going to postpone this fucking meeting until you have good news for us.” That was not so calm. “Damn it you idiot, were broke? then make us some money, find a way, turn the damn casino into a retirement home if you must, just make us some money! “ “we bought it for you, we paid for your expensive renovations, now you sell it, find out why we are loosing more money than we make, and fix it.”
Luther looked into the eyes of the Italian Mob want-to-be, but decided he would accept the offer, feeling very ill and in need of a bed, or a floor, or anything else covenant to flop on.
With out any verbal response Luther nodded his head “yes”, turned and walked out through the back door. It took a lot of focus to travel in a straight line out of the room.
Present time …
Luther took a large swig from the bottle of Bombay Sapphire Gin, he was out of his regular scotch. In a buzzed and sickened state, he could not help but stare at a painting he was given by a guest last week, it was large and took up a decent portion of the wall it hung on. A large cat was in the painting, it looked scared to death, but cute. very colourful, Yellow, Blue, Red. It made him think of his book keeper. This puzzled him. Perhaps the Pussy cat represented something else on his mind.
meanwhile, elsewhere…
A mysterious women sat in a strangely lighted laboratory in the basement of her house. She was looking at a very different picture but very much considered it art. She was studying Luther's red blood cell count, She was determined to destroy him, weaken him, even kill him if necessary. A classic movie plot, a plot to steal the rains of power, and finally rule what should have rightfully been hers anyway, before she made the mistake of persuading the previous owners to sell to Luther’s company in the first place. Words Marked, Luther would not live to see the fait of the Grand Casino, one way or another…
To Be Continued,
The Grand Casino is a fictitious setting in this story line and should not be considered to represent any real establishment, in addition to that character names involved in the story no way represent any real person living or dead, furthermore I would never transform any real setting or real person that I know about into a story for this blog. If you are reading this and the story sounds familiar you are just paranoid.
