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The Evil Eye
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2018 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: curse
This happened many years ago, before I had any rank on my shoulders or sleeves but was definitely trying to get them. I was an earnest pup at the time, but already known for an odd sense of humor and an odder way of dealing with the clientele.
I was in charge of an entire building for my eight-hour shift that day and I was the only officer in the control room. Pretty standard practice at the time, really; the other three guys just had to tell me what was going on and who was going where, while I moved about the room hitting switches to open or close doors, noting events on the activity log and keeping an eye on the officers and the inmate population.
So it’s the afternoon, shortly after lunch, and I’m looking out the windows of the control room when I notice something. There’s a guy, a bear, standing at the dorm window grinning at me. He was waving his right paw at me, displaying something on his palm that I couldn’t see.
I swear, I must be part feline. I wave one of my colleagues to take over for me and I walk over to the dorm. Since we were under orders to limit the amount of radio traffic, I gesture for the dorm door to open. It opens and I call out, “Snodgrass!”
The bear grins at me and says, “Yeah?” He’s still flashing his palm at me.
“What the hell is that?” I ask. “Hold still. I can’t see it.”
“Oh, okay.” He’s got a tattoo on his palm, a tattoo of an open eye within a pentacle.
I look up at him, and he grins. “Well?”
I give him my best Is that the best you can do? look. “Dude,” I say. “You should know by now that things like that won’t work on me.”
“Huh?”
I step in a bit closer to him and give him a manic grin. “I don’t have a soul to twist, you moron.” I then start laughing at him as I step backward and the door starts to close. He had started laughing along with me, but with a bit of a lopsided grin.
Point to me, I think.
end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2018 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: curse
This happened many years ago, before I had any rank on my shoulders or sleeves but was definitely trying to get them. I was an earnest pup at the time, but already known for an odd sense of humor and an odder way of dealing with the clientele.
I was in charge of an entire building for my eight-hour shift that day and I was the only officer in the control room. Pretty standard practice at the time, really; the other three guys just had to tell me what was going on and who was going where, while I moved about the room hitting switches to open or close doors, noting events on the activity log and keeping an eye on the officers and the inmate population.
So it’s the afternoon, shortly after lunch, and I’m looking out the windows of the control room when I notice something. There’s a guy, a bear, standing at the dorm window grinning at me. He was waving his right paw at me, displaying something on his palm that I couldn’t see.
I swear, I must be part feline. I wave one of my colleagues to take over for me and I walk over to the dorm. Since we were under orders to limit the amount of radio traffic, I gesture for the dorm door to open. It opens and I call out, “Snodgrass!”
The bear grins at me and says, “Yeah?” He’s still flashing his palm at me.
“What the hell is that?” I ask. “Hold still. I can’t see it.”
“Oh, okay.” He’s got a tattoo on his palm, a tattoo of an open eye within a pentacle.
I look up at him, and he grins. “Well?”
I give him my best Is that the best you can do? look. “Dude,” I say. “You should know by now that things like that won’t work on me.”
“Huh?”
I step in a bit closer to him and give him a manic grin. “I don’t have a soul to twist, you moron.” I then start laughing at him as I step backward and the door starts to close. He had started laughing along with me, but with a bit of a lopsided grin.
Point to me, I think.
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species German Shepherd
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 32.9 kB
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