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Challenge of the Week CCXXXI
You're in an alley, against a wall, and you're in deep. You really let go of the wheel this time, took a loan from a certain group of, well, shiny dark-haired gentlemen of the city streets. You changed your looks, moved to the east side of town to avoid them, but they have you now, by the wrist, modified cigar cutter ready, two of them smiling at you while the third has your neck in the crease of his elbow. Your four fingers and thumb splayed above your wrist in grip, you have to answer the question, "Which one? If you don't pick now, we take two." Write a poem or story about what put you in that alley, your pick of digit, and the experience, the aftermath of adaptation, if you want, the whole story, if the story goes that far for you. And don't even think about not entering, because we know people, you know? - Winner gets 25 bucks. Go.
Ended July 12, 2023 • 23 Entries • Created by Prose
Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXXI
You're in an alley, against a wall, and you're in deep. You really let go of the wheel this time, took a loan from a certain group of, well, shiny dark-haired gentlemen of the city streets. You changed your looks, moved to the east side of town to avoid them, but they have you now, by the wrist, modified cigar cutter ready, two of them smiling at you while the third has your neck in the crease of his elbow. Your four fingers and thumb splayed above your wrist in grip, you have to answer the question, "Which one? If you don't pick now, we take two." Write a poem or story about what put you in that alley, your pick of digit, and the experience, the aftermath of adaptation, if you want, the whole story, if the story goes that far for you. And don't even think about not entering, because we know people, you know? - Winner gets 25 bucks. Go.
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BeckyBoo

The Middle Finger

Mom was sick

and had to borrow some money.

Thought I was being slick

but they got me in a hurry.

Transformed myself,

as a means of escape.

Trapped in an alley,

Caught in a big scrape.

Three against one.

Isn't that unfair?

They asked, "Which one?"

They thought they were being fair.

Perfect time,

I picked to go to the store.

Should have stayed behind,

They asked once more.

I gave them my choice

as they gave me none.

I felt overpowered,

it was three against one.

I thought I was done for,

Just then I heard,

"The popo's here, are you sure?"

One of them whispered.

Sure I had taken their money

but Lady Luck was on my side,

Life's so funny,

I felt joy inside.

Uniformed in blue,

one noticed us right away.

"Hey, what's going on over there?"

Before I reacted, they ran away.

Nothing officer,

Nothing to see here.

A second chance at life was given

before I truly disappeared.

I am 21 years or older.