Weekly Challenge #1032 – Fancy

The next topic is Vanishing point

LEWIE

I saw an advertisement. It was a feast fit for a ruler of house cats. There was meat, treats, and fancy cat nip.

What’s fancy about it you ask?

Well, there’s a normal, plain cat nip that loses its scent the moment it hits the floor. The dried out flakes have no smell at all.

But the “fancy” catnip? Oh boy, I’ll tell you. The POWER… It’s out of this world! If you haven’t experienced it before, I don’t know how to express what it is. It’s definitely the cat’s meow.

You’ll be seeing time shake hands with colorful sounds.

LISA

Knick Knacks aren’t Chocolate Bars
The sign above the door read, in twisting ornate script, ‘Purveyor of Fancy Goods’. Geoffrey’s shop did alright, its coastal location guaranteed swift summer trade and Christmas saw them through the winter months. Nothing was priced which made a few people uncomfortable. It was so he could lower prices for those he thought couldn’t afford things. If a child was looking for a gift for a parent, he usually just gave it to them – a matter that was, strangely, never abused. Geoffrey ran gnarly fingers through his silver hair and whispered to the empty shop ‘I must find an heir’.

LIZZIE

A ship docked at the cruise terminal. The luxury included a VIP meal, a VIP ball, and a scare. The previous events had been so much fun, they heard. The meal was scrumptious and the ball was a lot of fun until the hall was invaded by armed men in balaclavas. Everyone laughed. It was the scare! So much fun! And then, the black tie event became a whole lot more expensive. When they were finally freed, millions had been transferred away, and the armed men were long gone. “Well, we sure got a lot more than we bargained for.”

RICHARD

Ink
“So what do you fancy then?”
I looked up from the catalogue, “I’m still not quite sure. I’m torn between the snarling tiger and the skull with the serpent in the eye socket… Although, I quite like the big eagle.”
I could tell the tattooist was losing patience, can’t say I blamed them: I’d been trying to choose a design for hours.
I came to a decision.
“The snarling tiger. Right across my back.”
“You do realise how painful that will be, right?”
“How painful?”
“Extremely.”
I changed my mind.
“In that case, just a small anchor on my shoulder!”

TOM

Case of the Eye of Horus.

The years is 1897. Fancy Watercress is stand in the bow of Nile Queen making its way to Luxor. Small eddies of water roll by. In her had is the Egyptian papyrus she stole from the museum. “Daddy will compensate them for their loss,” Fancy mused while loading her revolver. Seem the one of the crew is not dressed as the rest of the crew. She flips open the cosmetic compact. She sights sends sailor over the rail into the Nile. The captain eyes Fancy with new held respect and guns the engine. The sun set in the desert sands.

SERENDIPIDY

I handed over a copy of the menu.
“Please do let me know if you have any allergies, and anything on there with the green symbol is a vegetarian option.”
“Let me run through today’s specials. There’s pulling out your fingernails with pliers, double thumbscrews with the knuckle cracker side, or I’d recommend the red hot poker up the rectum.”
At this point, they began to struggle, but the chair held them tightly.
“Let me know when you’re ready to order, and I should tell you, we take payment in advance, it avoids complications later.”
“And please do tip generously!”

NORVAL JOE

Linoliamanda went back to the guest room and opened the dresser drawer. The streetlight outside the window illuminated the fancy gilt edges of the magnifying glass.

She wasn’t an awful person like Sabrina, yet here she remained with the other girl trapped inside of a magic glass. And for what, so she could have Billbert all to herself? He wore a ring that bound him to the little witch.

Maybe the ring could be removed now.

Mandi snuck back into Billbert’s room, crept to his bedside and found his hand.

She pulled on the ring.

Billbert sat up. “Now what?”

PLANET Z

Sitting there, on my porch, was an angel.
There are three kinds of angel here: Messengers, Mission, and Judgment.
The angel sat there silently. I waited for a while. Still nothing.
So, not a messenger.
I looked around. It didn’t seem like it had stopped something horrible happening to me, so it probably wasn’t on a mission.
Not on a mission. So…
It stood up and drew its sword.
And the look it gave me.
That’s not a good look.
So, its a judge.
So, I ran.
I know, you can’t outrun fate… or an angel.
But I ran anyway.