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Alley Oops

by on June 14, 2012

The word for this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge was alley: a narrow street; especially : a thoroughfare through the middle of a block giving access to the rear of lots or buildings. It worked out quite well for the sort of genre I like to write in….

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“Danger lurks in every alley.” Citrus Caffeine had heard those words so often during his cape-training courses that he’d taken to mumbling them in his sleep. He’d heard them especially from Gaseous Girl, his sister in the city, who’d been quite worried when he’d gone out in the hero business for himself. Alleys, she warned him, were magnets for crime and mayhem. Villains were constantly mugging innocent bystanders in them, or using them to sell items of questionable legality, or contriving traps in them for well-meaning but inattentive heroes. Thus, when Citrus Caffeine announced at the family armory one summer night that he’d been posted to Pocaville, Gaseous Girl had sighed in relief. Pocaville had exactly three alleys, and was not exactly a favorite hotspot of the villain people set. Not the major-league ones, anyway.

Still, Citrus Caffeine was ready for anything on his first patrol. And when he passed by the alley that led between the Fried Egg diner and the town library, and heard a sudden clang, he swung into action, powering up and blazing in, super-bubbles popping with awesome concussive force. Only he didn’t find a mugger, or a person selling contraband, or anything, other than an extremely upset Allison Pepperfield, holding the squishy and smouldering remains of her lunch. Citrus Caffeine froze. He hadn’t worked up the nerve to speak to Allison before now; why oh why did this have to be his first contact? (he thought of it in that way, just like Zefram Cochrane meeting the Vulcans). He shuffled about awkwardly, and attempted to explain. What he meant to say was that he was sincerely sorry about shockwaving her lunch, but he hoped she understood that these sorts of mistakes were bound to arise in the course of his crime-fighting duties; at any rate, he would be more than happy to buy her lunch as a replacement, perhaps at a fine dining establishment in the city. What he actually said was: “Bla……”

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4 Comments
  1. This is so cute!
    Kind of like Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog 🙂

    • Dr. Horrible is one of my favorite shows. Particularly the Commentary musical on the DVD. 😛

  2. Ha! Fun read.

  3. Thanks so much for linking up with Trifecta this week. This was, indeed, a fun read. I love your creativity and imagination here. “shockwaving her lunch” Great stuff! Hope to see you back for the weekend prompt.

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