February 23, 2016 – Prompt – Lights on Next 20 Miles

“Lights on Next Twenty Miles”

Chewy was just like any youngster, rambunctious, curious, nosy and petulant.  Towards dusk along a deserted stretch of West Texas State Route 56 heading south just past the sign that read “Lights on Next 20 Miles”, be began his nightly hunt for geckos, snakes and assorted bugs. Still a teenager, without the full bloom of plumage usually reserved for adult roadrunners, he presented a rather slender, awkward, adolescent aura rummaging for recent road kill of the new evening.

Coming fast, just over the closest hill, a pair of headlights sped towards Chewy’s fate.  Bobbing down to snatch a scrambling grasshopper he gobbled his last meal.

Pat Stone

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Roadside sign – Lights On Next 20 Miles

We popped over a hill as we were heading southwest out of England. We were going toward the Channel.

In front of us was a roadside sign reading “Tunnel Ahead. Lights On Next 20 Miles”.

John Gable

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February 16, 2016 – Prompt – A relative leaves you a metal detector in their will. You use it for fun in your backyard and discover something you weren’t expecting.

I couldn’t believe I was named in my rich Uncle Harvey’s will. When I received the invite from the executor, I was excited to find out how much he had left me. Several of the relatives and I were waiting with anticipation as the will was read.

To my disappointment, the lawyer said, “And to my favorite niece, Wendy, I leave my metal detector because she is always looking for something. I couldn’t believe it, but I accepted the verdict with grace and took it home where I stuck the detector in the closet.

I thought I had meant a lot to my uncle. I took him places when he couldn’t drive, I fixed his dinners when no one else did, and I also planned his dinner parties.

One day several months later, my daughter came into the house crying.

“What is it sweetie?” I asked.

“I lost my ring that you gave me outside in the backyard,” she whimpered.

A light bulb flashed in my mind.

“You are in luck, we have Uncle Harvey’s metal detector. We’ll go outside right now and find your ring.”

Once outside I switched on the detector and couldn’t understand why it wouldn’t work.

“Let mommy check this out,” I assured my tear stained daughter’s face. I unscrewed the part where the batteries should be and saw in the dark chamber something loose inside.

When I turned it upside down, beautiful stones came tumbling out into my hand. They looked like diamonds.

“Don’t worry honey, we can get you a new ring.”

©A. Nation 2016