I thought I had figured out how to write these weekend three-part freewrites, how to leave the story opened ended as my time was running out on each prompt. As often happens, when I am trying to outsmart @mariannewest, I end up tying myself in knots.
Renee got permission from the principal. Joey got permission from the coach. Lucille got permission from the health teacher. And Bridgette gave the OK from the Homecoming committee. No one could object now.
Joey, Renee and Lucille began early on the day. They set up a tent first, because the day would be hot. The coolers slid under the table - one would be filled with kombucha and ice just when the mosquitoes started to bite. The till would be filled with cash, today being cash Friday. They had all left their phones at home.
They were ready.
"I am doing the same thing that you are doing. I am looking at the butts of the boys when they bend over for the huddle. I thought we had agreed on this point. We would gawk at those meaty butts from the safety of our tables and tent, and Joey would work the crowd. Have I missed something?"
"INCOMING!" was Renee's reply. They both ducked.
The drone nearly knocked Renee's glasses off her face. The thing had just barely stroked her cheek. Someone skilled with a drone was flying that thing, which was now hovering behind them with its recording devices whirring. Lucille stood openmouthed long enough for the drone to find the tiny feather Lucille had secreted in her left cheek. It was good thing the drone had brushed Renee's cheek, and not hers, or the entire homecoming would have exploded.
It would only take a moment for the drone to recalibrate.
This was not good.
the key dropped
Joey was on the job!!! He emitted his signal, which was well below the frequency of human hearing. All the instruments in the band dropped an octave in pitch in response. Then, time stopped for the audience and all was silent and still, except for Joey, who could now more easily collect the cell phones of each person there, and deposit them in the left most cooler, which was a faraday cage.
The drone could not function without the radiation produced by so many cell phones in one place. It hovered, confused.
Lucille removed the device from her cheek and stoked the drone with its feather-like arm. The drone quivered with recognition, and dropped to the ground, it's hold by the negative alien frequency broken. The drone too went into the faraday cage.
The plot was foiled, and no one got hurt.
The End.
This is my entry to @mariannewest's daily freewrite challenge. On Saturdays we have a second option of the fabulous Three Part Freewrite: we write for one prompt for five minutes, then move onto the second and third prompts, no peeking ahead. It's always a trip! The prompts are in bold italics in my entry today.
I was very strict in my use of the timer today, writing for 4:30, then quickly wrapping up and proofreading.