OLWG #298- Old Jack Chance, Himself

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.

His pale horse stood tethered behind,

I knew who he was. I’d been looking for him.

Death himself leaned over the back of the headstone and smiled
Like he was accustomed to being in charge

He carried no scythe – a clipboard instead
He wore no dark, tattered cloak – preferring blue coveralls, apparently. Neatly pressed; creases.
Scarlet piping along the seams, buttoned cuffs, an embroidered nametag: “Mort.”
His face was not shrouded, shadowed maybe, with about three days of growth.

Studied his clipboard
and pulled a pencil from behind his ear

Puzzled a bit
“You must be McGilker?” he said.
I shook my head.
He flipped pages, slowed, stopped, and asked

I didn’t answer
“Then who are you? You might be in the wrong place.”

Straightening his back, he stood taller, waiting for my response.

“Or you might be,” I spoke calmly, “I’m not here by chance.”
“Chance?” he flips more pages slower and slower.

“Oh, here you are, Jack Chance. You’re early.”

“I’m not early,” I closed the space between us,
“You’re late.”

A bone-handled, straight razor appeared in my hand as I moved closer;
Mort began backpedalling.
I struck,
I struck again,
and again.

I decided to keep the pale horse.

This week’s prompts are:

  1. hacemos todo despacito (we do everything slowly)
  2. the mirror tells me that I’ve aged
  3. your troubles will be like mine

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