A Man, a Dog, and a Tale of Freewrite Freedom

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If you have never attempted one of these three part freewrites before, I highly recommend that you try it!!! This one brought out my inner cowboy. I'm very happy with it!!!

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Residents heard the smoke alarm first.

Residents. Now there's a bit of double speak for ya. I am not here voluntarily. Doesn't that make me a prisoner?

Some of us might be residing here, but I am constantly on the look-out for a way out. Problem is, the law is not on my side. At 92 years old, I'd have to go underground to ever leave.

I'm working on it.

My dog is my foil. The kids (now in their 70's) will bring Henk with them the next time, so that I can say my final goodbyes to my trusty dog. That's when I'll be getting out of here.

I've been playing up my debility, secretly working out in my room on a makeshift treadmill that I made with loaves of what they call baguettes around here, and a whole lot of ball bearings that I stole from all the wheelchairs late one night. That was fun, watching the melee when all the wheel chairs became immoveable overnight. Since I can't get out of bed (so they all think) no one suspected me.

I figure I can walk three miles in under 40 minutes now. I doubt any of these fatsos, who are supposedly helping me stay alive, could do half a mile, even if they were given all day to do it.

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Not that people who had reached or surpassed the age of consent couldn't be morons, too. I came awful close to getting caught when I stole the plant stand trays. I told my roomie they'd been delivered by Santa, so he freaked out that Santa had come to me and not to him. He squawked, the guards (which are called helpers in the approved vernacular around here) found the trays in my room. I am past the age of consent on the other end, the end where we are no longer considered to be of sound enough mind to give our consent.

So, I claimed no knowledge of the incident. The guards naturally assumed Helga, who was after my loins the moment she arrived, had pulled another of her pranks. She showed up immediately, offering to help get those trays back under the plants. I figured she knew what I was up to though, so I invited her to get sprung with me at the same time.

I should have asked her if she was OK with dogs.

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bleeding toe (OK I have suspected this, but I now know for certain that @mariannewest likes to head down to the feet for prompt #3. Noted. Now back to my story.)

Stupid kids. "Goddamn kids" as my father used to say nearly 100 years ago every day of his life.

My goddamn kids show up with a dog with a bleeding foot. No way I was going to be able to get far inside that place with my trusty dog leaving bloody footprints. The real reason I wanted them to bring Henk was so that I had that trusty dog with me while I fled.

Henk knew me. He was tapped into the same stream of global intelligence that I was. He and I could think with one brain.

Helga turned out to be phobic of both dogs and blood. I ditched her. I didn't need a female holding me back, wanting to pull down my pants all the time. Helga was known for that particular prank, and had been reprimanded many times for it already.

But she did come in handy after all. At the first sight of blood, she started pulling down everyone's pants. No one was looking at me.

Henk and I took off out the back door. Once we were in the grass, we were home free - no bloodstained paw prints to follow.

Now here I am in my cozy room in the Park Meridian, room service and all, my dog in the other bed, a suitcase of cash under the bed, writing this tale, free at last.

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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.

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oh, I love this!!!!
The subterfuge - faking a "debility" (is that a new word, the opposite of ability?) - plotting - building a treadmill (out of bagettes??)-- being a resident vs a prisoner, with all the doublespeak of these "care facilities" staffed by the obese and out-of-shape. You remind me of how I distrust out-of-shape doctors/medical personnel (and they are legion, in the Midwest). The dog photo is awesome. Bloody paw: he (I'm guessing your narrator is a he) couldn't find a sock + plastic bag to slip over that paw and secure it for a few minutes....? No matter. He broke free!!! With his awesome dog!! I'd love to see more in another story about this:

Henk knew me. He was tapped into the same stream of global intelligence that I was. He and I could think with one brain.

What a rich imagination - the wheelchairs robbed of ball bearings, the plant trays, the Santa schtick. Love it!

I'm getting my freewrite mind back. For a while there, nothing would come to me, or at least not without effort. The last few stories spilled right out. I do not have to think, the stories write themselves. It's soooo cool! Now that's tapping into global intelligence!

Is debility not a word? Hang on

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I wasn't accusing you of (or crediting you with!) inventing a new word, but "debility" was new to me today.
I'm appropriating it! To the best of my debility!

Tapping into global intelligence, or accessing The Muse. You have The Muse working for you. I need to lure one over to my neck o' the woods. Aren't there nine of them? And do they, god-like, omnipresently, come to visit hundreds, thousands, even millions of artists and writers? COME TO ME! I'll wash the windows and unlock the doors!

I haven't washed a window in 21 years. Maybe you are letting in too much light.

But then again, YOU'VE BEEN PRODUCING AWESOME STUFF!

Aw, thanks, I've been producing very little - you are so prolific! - but I won't be dormant forever.
Them doors is open, them Muses is gonna show up and throw a party in my head, and I will WRITE IT DOWN instead of forgetting it like Coleridge did with his unfinished Kubla Khan.

And I have not washed windows in 21 years either (coincidentally, that's the number of years we've been in this house!). It was just a phrase that came to mind. Credit the Moody Blues?
The Moody Blues - The Land of Make-Believe Lyrics

Open all the shutters on your windows. Unlock all the locks upon your doors. Brush away the cobwebs from your day-dreams.

Eh, this was never one of their better songs. But today it kinda hits the spot.
We're living in a land of make believe
And trying no to let it show
Maybe in that land of make believe
Heartaches can turn into joy

We're breathing in the smoke of high and low
We're taking up a lot of room
Somewhere in the dark and silent night
Our prayer will be heard
Make it soon

So fly little bird
Up into the clear blue sky
And carry the word
Love's the only reason why

Ray Thomas on flute!

I'm still not over it, that he died of cancer. And today, the drummer of the Rolling Stones, age 80, left this world.

This was awesome!!! A senior and his dog making the ultimate getaway :) So many questions left unanswered!!!

Thank you so much! Have you tried writing one of these? They are so much fun. I have to really freewrite - not know what the next word I'm going to type is, until I have typed it. Roller coaster writing. I'd love to read what you come up with.

I've done the one word freewrites often :) But not a triple one yet!

I recommend that you not read any of the others (which for months now has been only me - please join in!) until yours is done.
I really hope to see you next Saturday!

Ok, if you insist :) It does look like fun!!!

Extraordinary and humorous story, my friend. I laughed a lot.

How happy you have made me with that comment! I laughed while I was writing it.

good story.

Thank you! I'm happy with it.