There is no one in the room with me, except my lazy feeling self, the quarreling voices in my head telling me to ignore you, WordPress and the television which I have put on mute to dispel all the bad news floating in and disrupting my creative juices; though I like the flickering bursts of colour so I leave it on.
It’s fun at times to look at the yammering lips on TV, not hearing what they are saying, using your imagination to figure it out and laughing at nothing – please don’t think I am crazy, just the creative juice in overload today.
I am home alone and I can tell you I am tougher than Macaulay Culkin, so don’t get any ideas of sneaking in!!
The children and their Papa should be stepping back in pretty soon and they can terrorize with well aimed bites, kicks, ladles, pots and pans; you have been forewarned!
So, I will have well fortified backup even though I trust my screeching techniques well enough.
Any attempt for any fear or scary stuff to sneak in, is at it’s own peril!
I am amply armed with my heavy wielding bible, my certified holy water that will turn you into mush in a sprinkle of an eye, my gleaming prayer beads and a nice weighty crucifix for beating sound sense into the scare source for attempting to give me nervous breakdown.
Maybe, I should quickly place an order for chainsaw – the Chinese are known to deliver rapidly, what do you think? Getting more gory right?
Well, I have advertised my ammunition at no price.
Should you, FEAR, venture to come in, a crucifix bludgeon, a screech with bible quotes, a hasty recital of the beads and a sprinkle in the eye and you will be transformed magically, finding yourself pressed willy-nilly into the church choir!
Well now, this is the silliest prompt response I have given so far, to a repetitive prompting.
This prompt about fear was addressed in a roundabout way just a few days ago and this was my response.
Now let me go and bring my casserole out for dinner.
Goodnight and don’t let the bed bugs bite 😉
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
In response to The Daily Post prompt 1984
You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.