
Anticipation
A Thursday Prompt Story
©2017 by Walter Reimer
Prompt word: excitement
“And the Whore will chase the Hound around the Mountain, and throughout the land there shall be a great rubbing of parts - “ A flick of the thumb, and the vulpine televangelist on the screen was replaced with two otters dressed in flannel shirts and waders that talked in low tones as they cast lines for trout. Another flick, and an infomercial for fur conditioner came on.
Simon growled as he switched the television off and tossed the remote aside. Nothing on the damned television, the beagle grumbled, but that was to be expected on a Sunday morning. That would change later in the afternoon when the game came on.
And, as usual, he was up way too early in the morning, but he’d put the time to good use. He had moved into his own place just six months ago, and he was finally hosting a party for his friends. A Super Bowl party, no less.
The fridge had an ample supply of beer in it, along with a variety of snacks for enough people, he hoped. Getting cold cuts and chicken wings had been easy; herbivore goodies had been a bit of a chore, but Tom had assured him that bacon-wrapped chestnuts were tasty and popular. Tom, a short bear that was on the wrestling team, had never set him wrong, so the beagle had bought some. He’d take them out and get them warmed up before the opening kickoff.
He shifted around on the couch and stretched out to get a bit of sleep. As he closed his eyes he tried not to think about all of his preparations, or about whether his friends would appreciate his efforts.
He had tried to think of everything, and now that fixation was coming back to haunt him. Nagged by his own brain, Simon shifted position on the couch, trying to force himself to keep his eyes closed.
It was going to be a good party.
End.
A Thursday Prompt Story
©2017 by Walter Reimer
Prompt word: excitement
“And the Whore will chase the Hound around the Mountain, and throughout the land there shall be a great rubbing of parts - “ A flick of the thumb, and the vulpine televangelist on the screen was replaced with two otters dressed in flannel shirts and waders that talked in low tones as they cast lines for trout. Another flick, and an infomercial for fur conditioner came on.
Simon growled as he switched the television off and tossed the remote aside. Nothing on the damned television, the beagle grumbled, but that was to be expected on a Sunday morning. That would change later in the afternoon when the game came on.
And, as usual, he was up way too early in the morning, but he’d put the time to good use. He had moved into his own place just six months ago, and he was finally hosting a party for his friends. A Super Bowl party, no less.
The fridge had an ample supply of beer in it, along with a variety of snacks for enough people, he hoped. Getting cold cuts and chicken wings had been easy; herbivore goodies had been a bit of a chore, but Tom had assured him that bacon-wrapped chestnuts were tasty and popular. Tom, a short bear that was on the wrestling team, had never set him wrong, so the beagle had bought some. He’d take them out and get them warmed up before the opening kickoff.
He shifted around on the couch and stretched out to get a bit of sleep. As he closed his eyes he tried not to think about all of his preparations, or about whether his friends would appreciate his efforts.
He had tried to think of everything, and now that fixation was coming back to haunt him. Nagged by his own brain, Simon shifted position on the couch, trying to force himself to keep his eyes closed.
It was going to be a good party.
End.
Category Story / General Furry Art
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Caught that, did you? (chuckles) The preacher's line is a mashup; the first part, about the Hound and the Whore, was taken from the Immortal Hunter Thompson's Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72, and the second part is from the street preachers scene in Monty Python's Life of Brian.
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