50 Word Thursday #79 – Clear Orders.


And the words: “My orders are clear. Eleven o’clock was the deadline.” – The Moon is Down – John Steinbeck.


This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge. It isn’t too late to take part, click on the link below. You have until tomorrow evening to enter.





It seemed an unlikely venue, a quiet lodge up in hill country.

The instructions were clear. They always were. He never left any room for ambiguity and he wanted the job done quickly.

I glanced at my watch, it was ten to Eleven. Strange, these things were usually done at high-noon in the old westerns but my orders are clear. Eleven o’clock was the deadline. 

An anonymous looking black van pulled up and two men got out.

I walked over, taking my time. I wasn’t going to rush for them.

“Hey, you!” One guy called to me, “Are you gonna take all day?”

I didn’t walk faster, I slowed down.

“OK, have you got the Ruby?” I shouted.

“Yeah, have you got the cash?” the guy called back holding up a small velvet bag.

I waved the briefcase at them.

“Well come on. I can feel myself ageing here!” the man said. He wore a finely tailored suit. Exquisite taste.

I walked the final steps and held out the case.

“At last, I don’t want to age another minute!” the guy said.

“Happy to oblige” I replied and shot them both dead.

Ruby acquired and no cash outlay. Mission accomplished.


[200 Words]


I have also included the following word prompts:


FOWC with Fandango — Taste







Not Just My Verse Your Two Two Too! “The Wrong Side of 40” Poetry Challenge Created by Rory (A Guy Called Bloke)

I was tagged by the lovely Beckie, of Beckie’s Mental Mess, click below to see her post:

Not Just My Verse Your Two Two Too! “The Wrong Side of 40” Poetry Challenge Created by Rory (A Guy Called Bloke)

This challenge was begun by Rory, A Guy Called Bloke and the idea is simple, keep to the topic of  The Ageing Process and add four lines of your own, then tag someone else to continue the chain.

The Wrong Side of 40

Rory’s Bit

How l wish, that when l was younger,
My parents had been somewhat bolder,
Concerning the aging process and the wonders,
Blunders, pitfalls, and perils of getting older!

Dorinda’s Bit

Wrinkles in my skin have begun to bloom
I dare not look in the mirror much longer
Mom once said, child, you can forego this doom
Honestly, she couldn’t have been any wronger

Walt’s Bit

How can I write about the wrong side of 40
When that was over 35 years ago

I’ve seen the wrong side of 40, 50, 60 and 70
So I wish you all luck, “Care for some tea?”

Linda’s Bit

Me, I’m in my middle sixties
With new lines on my face each day
Road maps I call them of my twenties
And I wouldn’t want it any other way!

Beckie’s Bit

Several types of tissue, skin, fat, muscle, and bone

I’ve proudly earned my crows feet and wrinkles so thin

No, I don’t want a facelift or botox, just leave me alone

Ageing naturally and gracefully is not a mortal sin!


Here is my addition:

They’re evidence of my venturesome ways;

Each facial line, each mark, each spot.

I’d tell you some tales of bygone days,

But unfortunately, my minds forgot.




So who shall I tag to continue…. who do I know who would enjoy this sort of thing?

How about my pal, Mel of Crushed Caramel?