OLWG #282- Like a Rolling Stone

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

Johnny Hooker knew that he would be late to school that morning in October 1989, but he ran to Ms Turnbull’s class to minimize any troubles. He missed the bus that morning and had had run to school from home.

He opened the back door, hoping to sneak in, but that never worked with Eagle-Eye Turnbull.

“So glad you can join us, Mr Hooker,” she said loudly enough that everyone within shouting distance would realize that he was late for first period. Johnny pulled up, mortified. “I hope you have a good excuse, Son,” Ms Turnbull continued, “This is becoming quite the habit for you.” She fixed him with an evil glare. Silently, she stared into his eyes. Her eyebrows pulled sharply down and inward, her chin lifted high and thrusting in his direction.

Johnny was scared. Ms Turnbull was patient, waiting him out. Johnny froze where he stood, incapable of motion. Finally, he cleared his throat with a slight cough, “Ahem.”

Old Ms Turnbull saw the opening and pounced, “What’s the story, Johnny?” she fired at him and then added, almost as an afterthought, “You better make it good!”

“Uhm, well,” he started, “I went to LA with my Grandpa and my Mom yesterday afternoon. My Grandpa had a job of work to do down there. We missed our original flight and had to take a later one. When we got back to the house, it was almost 2:00 AM. We all overslept, and I missed the bus, but I got here as quickly as I could, Ms Turnbull. I’m sorry, and it won’t happen again.”

That should have been sufficient; it should have been all the explanation required, but the old bulldog wouldn’t let it go. “Why are you going to work with your Grandfather, Mr Hooker? Surely you should have stayed at home to study or help around the house? Hmmm?”

“Well, yes ma’am, I don’t often accompany my Grandpa, but last night he and Mom decided it was special and that I should go with them.” He paused, trying to gauge if that had been sufficient explanation or if she would want more. She continued to glare, so Johnny opted to continue.

“Do you know my Grandpa, ma’am?” he asked.

Turnbull merely stared. Maybe her frown deepened, Johnny couldn’t be certain.

“No?” he asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer. “His name’s John, just like mine. I was named for him. He’s John Hooker too. John Lee Hooker actually, and he is a musician. It was a show in LA that we went down for. Grandpa was one of the opening acts. He went on stage just after a band that calls themselves ‘Guns N’ Roses.’ They have a pretty good guitar player, but not as good as Grandpa!”

Turnbull was beginning to sneer, so Johnny paused to see if she had any questions. Finally, she spoke, “Johnny, do you expect me to believe your grandfather was the opening act for Guns N’ Roses?”

“Oh no ma’am, I’m sorry if I gave that impression. Grandpa didn’t open for Guns N’ Roses he played after them. After his set, The Rolling Stones played. It was all at the Memorial Coliseum down there. Mr Richards and Mr Jagger are fans of my Grandpa. They only called yesterday to ask him if he could play.”

“THAT’S ENOUGH, young man!” Ms Turnbull bellowed. “I’m not going to stand here and listen to your made-up nonsense any longer. Get to the office now and tell Principal Sanford the same story you told me. Maybe you can get him to believe it, but I will not have any of this.”

Johnny turned his back to the room and moved into the hallway. Smiling, he turned towards the office. Dr Sanford knew and liked his Grandpa. Everything was going to be alright.


This week’s prompts are:

  1. Oh, no no no no
  2. watching Ironsides on TV
  3. counting my toes

 You can start writing whenever you want, just write, get the words down – and have fun!

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