Nothing But Time

19 May

For this weekend’s Trifecta, we return to a photo prompt. Your task is to use the photo as inspiration for a story or poem of between 33 and 333 words.

Who says Satan doesn’t have a sense of humor? Desmond thought, hoisting the heavy black bag securely on his shoulder. A slender business woman, focused on texting, bumped his bag. Desmond emitted a low growl of agitation as she continued to walk, oblivious. There was a time his growl would have instilled a morbid fear in the stranger. Desmond sensed her insecurity regarding her looks as he stared after her. He wanted to age her instantly as punishment for the slight infraction.

Situating his bag, Desmond cursed Satan, again, for removing his powers. He envisioned Satan sitting in the melting heat of Hell, surrounded by mindless minions. How many times had Desmond been on the other end, watching those punished by Satan’s wrath? Countless hours of watching Satan’s version of reality t.v. Oh, how they’d howled with laughter at the doomed cast from Satan’s good graces. Satan didn’t pride himself  on the torture in the pits of Hell. No, he enjoyed taking an annoying snippet of your mortal life, causing you to relive it for eternity.

Desmond sighed, a faint trail of smoke evaporating from his nostrils. His own personal snippet was his intense hatred for traveling. Packed in overflowing air terminals, surrounded by p-e-o-p-l-e. He shuddered. He’d always harbored a distaste for his fellow mankind. This made him an easy target for Satan’s slick-talking, webbed tongue. Funny, most people thought Satan’s tongue was forked. Desmond knew first hand this was one of many untruths regarding Satan.

Reaching the terminal, his amber eyes, tinged red at the iris, scanned the departure board. Anger surged through his head. Delayed. Again! It was the same every time. Delays. Layovers. The cycle repeated itself. How long has it been? he vaguely wondered.

Settling in the uncomfortable waiting room chair, his eyes flickered to the clock on the wall. He watched as time  literally slowed down. Snorting, he closed his eyes. The tune, “Time Is On My Side”, played continuously in his head as he waited.


Posted by on May 19, 2012 in Trifecta, writing prompts


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15 responses to “Nothing But Time

  1. jannatwrites

    May 20, 2012 at 1:07 AM

    Oh my, reliving air travel for eternity would be awful! More miserable than the flames of hell, that’s for sure. This, and the song in his head, makes me think of the movie Groundhog Day (and waking up to “I Got You Babe” every day.) Yikes!

    • Chelle

      May 20, 2012 at 2:46 PM

      Satan’s version of Groundhog Day! Lol! That would have been a great title. Thanks for stopping by.

  2. Jennifer Worrell

    May 20, 2012 at 6:08 AM

    Ha! Sent FROM hell instead of TO it…LOVE IT! traveling can suck…

    • Chelle

      May 20, 2012 at 2:49 PM

      I got a chuckle out of how our stories had to do with hell.

      • Jennifer Worrell

        May 20, 2012 at 7:42 PM

        Great minds…

  3. braintomahawk

    May 20, 2012 at 9:21 AM

    A different kind of Hell. Brilliant!

    The idea of Satan cutting out some minions and banishing them to our realm doesn’t sound religious — it sounds like a new reality show!

    Great job!

    • Chelle

      May 20, 2012 at 2:50 PM

      Wonder what kind of ratings Satan’s show would get? 🙂 Thanks!

  4. Renada Styles

    May 20, 2012 at 9:56 AM

    that was awesome!! i love what you did with this prompt! kudos (:

    • Chelle

      May 20, 2012 at 2:51 PM

      Thank you! I had fun with this prompt.

  5. Trifecta (@trifectawriting)

    May 21, 2012 at 7:38 AM

    I really liked what you did with this. It was a unique response and I really loved that last paragraph. Thanks so much for linking up.

    • Chelle

      May 21, 2012 at 12:22 PM

      Thank you! I truly enjoyed this prompt.

  6. jesterqueen (@jesterqueen)

    May 21, 2012 at 8:02 AM

    Oh what was the movie? The one that used both Sympathy for the Devil AND Time is on my side. Urgh. Morgan Freeman? Maybe? I’m dreadful with details like this. But it was something about Satan possessing person after person and then then the last person got control of his body to drive out into the wilderness and committed suicide, because if there wasn’t something living close enough when the mortal body died, Satan would be destroyed looking for a new host. And it looked like it worked until a cat walked by.

    ANYWAY. Clearly, your story evoked that for me. And I LOVED it. Everything about the cast out demon forced to live his own personal hell. (And whose hell isn’t a crowded delayed airport with screaming children of your very own? No your guy didn’t say he had them. But he does have a carseat…sooooo).

    I love the idea that “who says Satan doesn’t have a sense of humor”? initially seems like a metaphor but quickly becomes literal. I also liked the red rimmed eyes and the smoke.

    • Chelle

      May 21, 2012 at 12:28 PM

      Fallen is the movie. I had to look it up. Lol. It had Denzel Washington in it. (thought it was Morgan Freeman, too) That movie is the reason I know the song and it still sticks in my head. Awesome movie. I might have to watch it again. Thanks for stopping by.

  7. Imelda

    May 21, 2012 at 12:15 PM

    You sure had fun, almost relished, punishing this Desmond guy. :-)) What a metaphor for travel.

    • Chelle

      May 21, 2012 at 12:30 PM

      Thanks, Imelda. Desmond was to fun to create. I think he might pop up now and then for further punishment. Lol.


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