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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Barbeque/Cookout (09/06/12)

TITLE: Light the Fire, Babe
By Ennis Smith
09/12/12


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One day, Panic and Mayhem decided to take the day off. Hey, even the chaos-couple needed time to recharge their batteries. After carefully searching for the perfect picnic location, the duo finally settled on a secluded and manicured lawn that just so happened to belong to a church.

“Are we really gonna do our barbeque/cookout right here, P? I thought we were vacationing today.” Mayhem scanned the area, grimacing at the pristine pine shrubs, and the delicately blooming geraniums. “Humph,” she touted, “I don’t want to be here surrounded by all this…this…order, and…yuck…beautification.”

“C’mon May,” Panic said, “Have I ever let you down, babe? Just you wait. Once we get the fire stoked, I believe we’re gonna have one heck of a celebration going on here.”

No sooner had the words been spoken, Panic and Mayhem glanced toward the parking lot, at the sound of an SUV rolling to a halt. A casually dressed, forty-something man hopped out of the driver’s seat. As the door closed, he gazed into the tinted window to replace an unkempt strand of hair. Next, he grit his teeth, presumably checking for food particles. The man smiled and winked at his reflection before walking toward the fence separating the parking lot from the sanctuary yard. Panic and Mayhem exchanged dastardly grins.

“This may be fun after all, P.”

“Yep, here comes our raw meat. Sick him, May.”

The stranger stepped toward Mayhem with an outstretched hand and a false smile plastered across his face. Mayhem knew deep down, this guy simply wanted to know just who the heck these two trespassers were.

“Well howdy, friends!” The stranger bellowed. “I’m deacon Jameson Johnson. Pleasure to meet you miss…”

“May…Hemister. My friends call me May, deacon. This is my fiancée, Pan.”

“Pan. Well I must say young man, it’s a rather…unusual name,” the deacon said.

“Yes well, my parents came from…the…uh…old country. Pleasure to meet you as well, deacon.”

Panic moved in and clasped the deacon’s hand. In a split second, he read the innermost desires, hidden fantasies, and secret fears of the deacon.Panic flashed a wicked grin and winked at Mayhem. The deacon flinched but maintained his smiled.

“Wow, that’s some hand shake you’ve got there, young fella. Sooo…what brings you folks to the church this fine afternoon?”

“Well deacon…” Mayhem started.

As she spoke, Panic mentally ran through his checklist of the deacon’s secret fears, and quickly found the chink in his armor: the SUV. It seemed the good deacon secretly and blatantly disregarded the first commandment
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“Got it, May. Light the fire, babe.”

“Excuse me for a moment, deacon.” May stepped to the side and snapped her fingers.

“Fire? Are we having a cookout, I was unaware of?” the deacon asked Panic.

“Quite the contrary, deacon. In fact, you’re our guess of…” Panic suddenly mimicked a look of surprised awe. He gazed into the sky above the deacon’s head. “My word! What on earth is that?” He yelled, pointing to the sky above.

Deacon Johnson followed Panic’s bewildered gaze, just in time to see a blazing object falling from the sky toward…

“My new truck!” Deacon Johnson yelped.

A meteorite, the size of a soccer ball, smashed through the roof of the shiny SUV. The bulky truck exploded in a violent flash of twisted metal and burst into flames. Mayhem howled in laughter. Deacon Johnson was frozen in shock, staring at the flaming monstrosity. Panic crept behind the deacon, and gently blew onto his right ear lobe. The elder man screamed in terror.

“My truck! Oh my Lord, my beautiful truck! Ahhh! What was that?! Look at my truck!”

The deacon ran in circles, screaming at the top of his lungs. Mayhem snapped her fingers again, and a bonfire pit materialized out of thin air.

“Fire’s ready, hun,” she whispered to Panic.

“Hey deacon, relax. I’m sure your God has everything well in hand,” Panic chided.

Deacon Johnson spouted obscenities at Panic, before cursing God for destroying his new truck.

“Now that’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” Panic said. He snapped his fingers, and deacon Johnson collapsed onto the lawn; dead of a heart attack.

The bonfire suddenly plumed as the deacon’s wretched soul jumped from his lifeless body and landed in the fire pit. Panic wrapped his arms around Mayhem’s waist as the two watched the fire burn.

“Good meat,” Panic said.

“Yep, didn’t take much to tenderize it,” Mayhem said.


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Camille (C D) Swanson 09/13/12
Love the title! This was an unusual and interesting read. It kept my attention throughout. Nicely done.

God Bless~
Lillian Rhoades 09/16/12
You give new meaning to the word "Barbeque," although I'm not sure how well you fit the topic or showed with clarity the point of the story. I noted "sick" when you meant, "sic."

I like your last line.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/20/12
Congratulations on ranking 9th in Masters and 13 overall!