Ms. Edith Gausby of the AHSC had been given a penance. Her club membership hinged upon it. The social club vice president had sketchy photographic evidence showing Jacob was the dude trying to escort ladies across a busy street against a red light at night and high Noon!
Although a wee bit tainted, Father Eye had asked these photographs be viewed after a sermon condemning Jacob‘s heretical views. He assured the ladies he had Jacob’s best interest on his dart board next to his insurance investment brochure. All the ladies applauded Father Eye’s kindness, but did not understand a word because Father Eye spoke in Latin and a few conjugated verbs.
Edith then read the edict and kindly said, ’I feel privileged to stomp on this young man until he chivalrously obeys or from my beating barely endures.’
(Although Edith thought Jacob evil and in need of a good water boarding, she rather took a shine to his looks and thought as an older woman, she could teach him the social graces and maybe some behind closed doors amorous wine tasting.).
The last order of Club business was a discussion about which weapons Ms. Gausby could use that would be most suitable to teach this ruffian Jacob a lesson or two.
The next day Edith Gausby stood on a very busy street corner at 9 p.m. She espied Jacob, feeling fear and with love/hate anger frowned. Then sacrificially she so provocatively placed herself in a prime spot of crosswalk sacrificial ground. All of her thoughts were, ‘ditto, ditto, ditto, Jacob must be stopped and after I give him ample abuse and a kick to the crotch; ditto, ditto, ditto until someone stops, little ole me.’
So Edith waited with Taser in hand, but things ended up not going as planned. This corner was known for short skirts and the Vice Squad had decided to make a raid and nab all of the ladies, a few men and one Madame wearing a long plain black skirt. The police Lieutenant thought Ms. Gausby was his high school sweetheart‘s nanny and the call girl‘s Madame, which seems a bit uncanny..
Jacob and one little old lady were not taken to the hold. The streets were blocked and the light turned red. Jacob escorted this lady across the street completing goal number 1 with an electric smile, pumping his fist into the air, which terrified the little old lady who gave him a good whack with the handle of her umbrella, then firmly said, ‘Learn some manners fella.’
Back in his office, Father Eye thought lovingly of his staff, so he had devised a scheme where all could invest in Jacob’s Life insurance policy and be blessed. This became wildly popular because the possibility of Jacob’s demise could make profits dream sky high. Although Father Eye had tried to keep Jacob’s quest secret, the news had leaked out and soon Father Eye was a popular speaker on the local business circuit..
The odd maker’s had listed Jacob’s chances fifty to one and lots of investors were partying and Father Eye said, ‘It’s good their looking out for number one.‘ However, there soon were text messages full of sorrow when Jacob passed his first task. Yet this doom passed and there was talk and jubilant speculation and wild speculation of Jacob’s next task and how many days until his last.












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new whetstone poem: thud
Father Eye meets up with the alligators before Jacob does............
And they do say that patience is a virtue
Hmmmm.....wonder if you can incorporate that into the ending ???
I have decided that I do not like Father Eye and I do not understand Latin and I cannot conjugate a verb. I do not think he has Jacob’s best interest on his dart board at all, although he probably does have his insurance investment brochure on that board. LOL! I’m beginning to feel sorry for Jacob again. Last chapter I was mad at him, but I got over it. Am I reading a little Obama in Mr. Father Eye ... nah ... it's just late. Us old ladies always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop! Bummer.
Thanks for sharing with The Surreal Circus. Now featured.
What I rewrote with a changed title is my poem Tugboat At Port Pine.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Truth be told, I hate swamps. No way I could hunt them.
Guess we'll just have to show alligator films.
By the way, William, how are you doing? I hope you're feeling better and the pain has eased.
The tendonitis in my shoulder just will not go away. My other pains are minor compared to this. I just woke up 45 minutes ago. My shoulder was bothering me and I just unexpectedly fell asleep around 6 p.m.
Thank you.
I'm sorry to hear the tendonitis is bothering you so much. I hope you will be able to get something done about it soon. Please keep me posted on the status of it.
Except for the chicken, Sir Francis was a wise man. Thank you.
Yes, the new Jacob story is posted.
I will go look for the Jacob story....