Black Liquid

So I got this writing prompt book from Barnes and Noble. It’s called Complete the Story. If the title isn’t a big enough hint for you, it starts with a sentence or two and the writer (me) finishes with the story. Being the person that I am, I decided to start on the first page. Here is my first finished story. Keep in mind, there is only a page in which to write the story, which is why it it so short.

 

At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we’d struck it rich and that we’d be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we’d spend the money. Our first choice was to buy a new house for his mom. Ever since his father died she had let herself, and the house, go. Next we excitedly talked about treating ourselves to a second honeymoon to Hawaii. As we were about to discuss our third option of spending our oil-money, the stench slapped us back into reality.

It smelled like a combination of a hundred dead animals bodies and rotten eggs. Somehow, while digging for our garden we had hit our main sewage line. My initial thought was one of disappointment. No second honeymoon, no buckets of money, no retirement or new house for his mom. The following thought was even worse. I was standing ankle deep in shit.

Twenty minutes of dry-heaving and one phone call later, we had a plumber squashing around in the black-brown muck. He informed us to the so old and so isolated from the nearest town, no one had caught the mistake. The good news was that he could fix it for us at a decent price. The bad news was that the entire underground pluming system would have to be redone.

We got our second honeymoon after all.

The End!!

 

 

 

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