Saturday, May 4, 2013

Frying Pan To Fire


Janx was most displeased to have barely settled into the squalid Felinoid headquarters before sensing the aggressive psychic probes. His people couldn’t possibly have found him this quickly without…assistance. Though he couldn’t spare the time now, he swore that duplicitous bastard Gunther would pay for his treachery.

Bursting out of the warehouse, he found himself on the docks. How cliché a choice of locations for a bunch of trumped up house pets! Assaulted by blinding sunshine and nearly rendered insensate by the appalling stench of fish, he realized his only hope lay in camouflage. A frenzied molecular transformation later, Janx thought he made a rather convincing-looking sea bass. Or did he? 

Too late, he realized the little girl peering so intently at him was anything but what she appeared to be. His worst suspicions were realized when he heard the voice from his past.

“Why Janx, fancy meeting you here!” 



This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: inspect. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the eighth such and previous installments may be found here

5 comments:

  1. Very intriguing take on the photo! Not is all it appears to be ;-O

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  2. This was a VERY twisted take, love it

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  3. "Duplicitous bastard!"

    Oh, this story did make me grin! I know I've said this before, but I shall say it/write it again: you write with such perfect relish, I can 'see' the character no matter if he/she is cat/fish/alien or (god forbid) human.

    Really well done, Jeffrey!

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  4. I am following your story and am quite amazed how you manage to weave your words to match the prompts without having any of it seem out of place. A frenzied molecular transformation indeed! Well done JH.

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  5. Aaaahhhhhh I love the ongoing adventures of Janx!! Great play on the photo. Poor Janx is having to shift with the situation so frequently the poor thing isn't going to know who he is by the end of things....

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