Monday, 2 March 2015

WordPress Daily Prompt: Circle of five

A writer once said, “You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.” If this is true, which five people would you like to spend your time with?

The Crow

I have a new friend. His name is crow. Now and again he sits in the garden. I think he is trying to tell me something like “just because I happen to be photo No. 5 in your vast selection, it does not mean that I have to take part in this silly stupid prompt”. I always heard that crows were very intelligent and have a perception that carries into untold realms.  Now that was a good sentence, must remember that for my book when I write it. 

“Ok crow, you can go now, no I will not write about you, I have to write about the five people I would like to spend my time with.” 

I know I did it before in December 2012 and it is astonishing to find that the five living people are still alive and the dead ones are still dead. No-one returned from that place they moved onto and Mr. Swiss and Tabby are still here. 

So now we have to find five new people if we are doing this prompt again, which I am. Do not ask me why, I am probably too stupid and dumb to find something else, and on top too lazy. Here we are altogether, I, me and myself, which makes three. Mr. Swiss who is now doing something on his computer - a daily prompt? No, I do not think so. He is mentally preparing himself for an errand. I need tea, two sorts, english breakfast tea and Lady Grey tea and the tin is down to the last three tea bags. He has ridden down his computer, is now putting on his winter jacket, his Andy Capp and will be departing with our faithful car to places only known to him and me: the local co-op supermarket in town and the doctors. Our tablet supplies are also down to a minimum. We both take the same ones for cholesterol control and he will pick up a fresh supply.

So now I, me and myself are alone, he just said “Ciao”, but I still have my Apple Computer as company (No. 5) and that’s that. Now I hear a knock on the door. I really have no room for No. 6, it does not stand in the WordPress about six in the inner circle. Oh, no, not that.

“Hello Mrs. Angloswiss, any chocolate cake.”

“No. Wordy, you are being very cheeky, I am your customer, not your chocolate cake supplier and what are you doing here?”

“Well, it seemed you were having problems with your inner circle, so they sent me to complete the group.”

“Well it just so seems that my circle of five is now complete, so you can go again. No Wordy, I am not giving you a slice of chocolate cake wrapped in aluminium foil to take with you.”

“Well the powers that assembled me thought I could help you out. You have counted yourself as three and you are only one. Mr. Swiss is OK, you can keep him, but a computer is not allowed. That is a thing and not a person. I would be a person.”

“No, Wordy, you are no more a person than my computer. You were assembled somewhere in a factory and if I would hit you on the head with my computer, which is a thing, you would need a new head which would be very easy to replace in your Do-It-Yourself centre somewhere in Silicon Valley. Just a few screws and metal hinges and a couple of glass eyes would do the trick. I believe brain parts do not exist.”

“Mrs. Angloswiss I only wanted to help. Of course I have a brain, the best technology available and my eyes are an advanced form of modern developments in the synthetic department.”

“Sorry Wordy but no, you will not be No. 5 in my inner circle, I prefer my computer, it works all the time and does what I tell it. You may go. No, wait a minute. Tell the higher level of intelligence where you were fabricated that I am sick and tired of these warmed up prompts and you are definitely not one of the five people (or things) that I want to spend time with. I would be happier with my crow in the garden. At least he doesn’t hover around for chocolate cake, he just collects some lost souls for the local cemetery. 

Crow come here, I have a customer for you.”

Now where has Wordy gone. He seems to have disappeared and left his little aluminium foil parcel with chocolate cake. I wonder what scared him?

1 comment:

  1. I always said Wordy was a bit of a bird-brain :-))