Year 2 of Spell… B-O-U-N-D’s Femdom Hypnosis and Mind Control 55 Words Stories Challenge. The stories in this post were written between July 1st and July 31st.
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Cheesy
“Cheese makes you forget,” Joseph’s mother always told him but he never listened. His favorite was Blue Stilton and a glass of Port. That would never change.
“Cheese makes you forget,” Marguerite whispered, and he listened. He believed everything she told him like a good mindless puppet. That would never change.
Care for a slice?
Time to start the seventh month of this challenge. Today’s piece was brought you by the salad I had for lunch or at least by one of its ingredients, I think. Could it that I’m misremembering things? Hmmm… anyway, I also made good use of a common saying to get things done. Don’t feel bad for Joseph because I certainly don’t.
Changing the Subject
“Stop changing the subject, Joan!” Clive begged.
“Why would I do that when the subject…,” she paused “… likes to be changed?”
“That’s not what I meant!”
“So you like it when I change your thoughts?”
“I didn’t say that either!”
“Now who’s changing the subject?”
“I… You… don’t know.”
She was counting on that.
Deflection is a skill. People who change the subject all the time can be exasperating. They can also be expert mind-controllers. Think about it the next time you’re talking to one of them, will you?
House Visit
“… that concludes our tour, Mr. Marcks. Any questions?”
“Just one, Ms. Davies. You’ve shown me every room except the one behind that door. What’s over there?”
“That’s where the house owner brainwashes anyone that says something bad about her real estate. Any more questions?”
He had none. A list of complaints on the other hand…
Shortly after I left work, I accompanied a friend of mine on a tour of a house she’s thinking of buying. This event served as the basis of today’s piece.
While she was admiring the view in one of the bedrooms, I was jotting down some notes on my phone. The first draft of this piece was exceedingly long. I trimmed some of the “fat” on my second attempt but I was still ten words over the limit. Luckily, everything came together on my third go. Third time is definitely the charm, right? Anyway, I suspect someone in this tale is a bit too eager… what do you think?
A Wish
“Again with the fireworks?” Jeremy vociferated.
“It’s 4th of July, dear,” his wife, Magda, remarked. “What did you expect?”
“Some peace and quiet. I wish we were still under British rule….”
“That can be arranged…” she replied in her most delicate and entrancing accent.
“God Save the Queen…” he muttered.
No one would save him.
Let me start by typing this: Happy 4th of July to all my American friends! Happy 4th of July to all Americans in general as well.
Last year and the year before that, I wrote a short story celebrating the occasion in my own special way. This year, I’m using the date as a reference again but I ended up going with a very different approach, one that I’m not sure exactly how to explain so I’m not going to even try. The truth is I can’t pinpoint how the idea came to me in the first place. British English can be sexy so maybe that had something to do with it, I don’t know. Perhaps you’ll have better luck.