The Whistling Man

Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Prompt#20- He Was a Whistling Wonder

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If there is a dark road

he will find it.


If there is a dark road and one night you find yourself stranded on it

because your car shut down all on it’s own

he will be on that road

and  you will see him walking towards you, like he was expecting you.

You will probably think he’s smiling.


In a panic  you will not be able to find your phone and you won’t be sure you locked

your doors

because doesn’t your car do that for you? Didn’t you hear the locks click after you

started the car

you did, didn’t you?

Where is your phone?  Where  is it?


By the time he is almost close enough  to touch the hood of your car

you will running circles in your head

and as he reaches your side of the car  just when he could simply reach out and touch

the door handle

you will see that the buttons on his worn denim jacket are all red.


The buttons will glow like little embers in a dying camp fire and he will be whistling, not

a tune, not a random collection of notes but he will sound like the wind stirring through

dry autumn leaves scurrying around an dark  road- like the one you are on

all alone

trapped in a car that died all on it’s own.


And as he passes by you, just as he reaches the rear bumper

your car will start all and you will see that your phone is exactly where you

left it , right there

on the passenger seat.


You will grab your phone and then you pull away from him and zip away as fast as you



You will see him in your rearview mirror there on the road

a dark figure, a shadow of a man

growing smaller

and you will feel your heart pounding in your chest, a cool river of sweat will run down

the back of your neck

and you will hear him whistling in your head

long after

you think

you’ve left him behind.



Start Me Up

From The Write Brain Workbook: Start-Up

Complete the sentences ( in italics ) . Go back over the completed sentences and see if one or more prompts  to use in a story/poem.

I did a free write on the sentences and I think I have some winners!

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After the storm, the frogs and stones that fell  from the sky made a mess on the highway that runs through the center of town.

As if in slow motion, I watched the truck in my rear view mirror sail into the rear end of my car. Abba was playing ” Take A Chance on Me ” on the stereo. I thought it was funny then and all of these years later  I still think it’s funny.

As soon as I stepped on the brake at the edge of the cliff,  I knew  I made a mistake.

At the fork in the road, I stopped walking to dig my grave. After I was done  I waited for something else to fill it with because  I am such a giver.

At Santa training school, Krampus was the guest speaker.

At the time it didn’t seem so risky, I was a fast runner and that train was just a dot on horizon.

Basking in the light of my Demon Dog’s eyes.

Behind the reflective sunglasses her eyes were sewn shut with gold and silver threads.

Being low on the totem pole means that nobody above me ever sees me until they fall down- and  a lot of them do- on a good day anyway.

Blushing red as a beet, Erin told the salesperson she didn’t need her phone and the expense  anymore because nobody ever called her.

Born into poverty, her parents wanted to make sure she lived in it until the day she died.

Bright flashes of light sped by me and then they turned back towards me, screaming.

Carl was a watchman at the Funeral Home I worked at. Sometimes he brought us all pizza or donuts. We all liked Carl. Me most of all because he kept my secrets.

Chewing on her fingernails was better then chewing on people’s necks and faces.

Clandestinely in my basement, I printed ” wanted ” posters for the ghost of the Mafia Boss who ran over my dog. He was out there and I wasn’t done with that scum sucker … yet.

Dressed in a turtle costume, why is he dressed in a turtle costumer the big game hunter thought as his head was torn away from his neck.

Drifting off into reality, the nightmare hoped for better days.

Even the Detectives who worked the hellish Biven’s case had nightmares about Efimia MacLeod.

Every afternoon while her baby slept, she had tea with her Grandmother in the attic with boxes of bones of jars of beating hearts.

Floating in the mouth of the river, was the last part of a dark secret named Daisy

Free as a kite, I ate pizza and walked to the mailbox at the end of my driveway and for a few minutes I didn’t think about screaming coming from my basement.

From the sidelines is my zip code.

Greta sent in the sweepstakes entry form and on her way back from the mailbox she was hit by a bus. She also won the grand prize in the sweepstakes but like her mangled corpse there was nobody to claim the prize.

Had she not mentioned the cat with the missing eye to the lady who sat next to her on the train, her house would not have been burned to the ground.

Hanging on the tree, from it’s lowest heaviest branch was a human jawbone and a lock of bleached blond hair.

He caught the trolley, but he didn’t catch the killer.

He spit out the jelly baby because it screamed in his mouth when he bit down.

Her fate was decided the moment  he  laughed and she saw the spider in his mouth

Her lower lip quivered when she looked in the mirror and she realized that face was hers now.


With You Always

She was broken,

we were broken

she meant nothing to me at all

in the end

he said sadly through a cloud of smoke

to his hot Mama, the Goddess

his true love

on the night of his final betrayal.


And they lived happily ever after

until she came back

from the dead and tracked the dirt they buried her in

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