May 14, 2019 – Prompt – Echo, Sheriff, Secret

A gunshot echoed across the empty desert calling attention to the two men in leather standing beside a pair of motorcycles on the shoulder of the highway.
“What the hell are you doing?” the taller man all but shouted. “Someone’s gonna call the sheriff, then we’ll be in real trouble.”
“You’d have been in trouble if I hadn’t.” The other man holstered his pistol as he nodded to the ground behind the first man.
The tall man twisted around and let out a high pitched scream as he danced away from what was left of the coiled rattlesnake.
“you’re right. “I’m sorry. Let’s go.” They got back on their bikes and just before sliding on their helmets, he spoke again. “Can we keep this our secret?”
Melissa Stevens

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March 27, 2018 – Prompt – I was hunting Easter eggs but instead found____?

I pushed aside the long narrow leaves of the irises, looking for bright spots of color. I wasn’t expecting to hear the low rattle almost dry leaves rustling against each other. Having been raised in the desert, I knew to freeze. The only thing that moved, aside from the pulse I could feel pounding in my throat, were my eyes. I looked carefully until I spotted him. There he was, coiled between the cluster of green stalks and the building wall. I was hunting Easter eggs but instead had found a rattlesnake. Thankfully, he wasn’t poised to strike. Moving ever so slowly so I didn’t startle him, I pulled back and let him be. If there were eggs there, he could have them!

Meleesa Stephens

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It was a fun group of people, some older than others, and a whole group of children. The mission was to roam widely in the garden looking for those brightly colored eggs. It sounds easy, but the heat was killing me. I looked for those shaded places and quietly crept into the dark recesses, moving the greenery around and peering intently among the rocks and weeds.
I had hardly noticed them, they were sitting quietly like a well-behaved class of kids but then one of them moved, and another flapped her wings, and the game was up. They were six of those goslings about a few days old, bright eyed and probably well fed for they just sat there quietly as if in deep meditation.
Here I was hunting for Easter eggs but instead found this quiet lot, resting before beginning their journey into life.

Tim Bhajjan