Kenny, The Yellow Fog (flash fiction)

Something from earlier this week at dVerse Poets ….

“Björn here, trying to inspire you to write prose. It is always hard to find a good line to embed in a piece of prose, but after looking around this line caught my attention:

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Elliot

To write a contribution you will have to incorporate the given line into a piece of prose of no longer than 144 words (including the given line but excluding the title). You may punctuate and divide the line as you want, but you cannot insert any words into the line“

So to it then, and keeping in place and spirit with a couple of recent things of mine.

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Kenny, The Yellow Fog

“Kenny, why you scratchin’ up window panes like Bear on a tree?”

“Hey Barry” he said to Fox “just checking I haven’t been followed”

“By who?”

“By Witch, making sure she doesn’t find me messing with these new weekenders, trying to frighten them off”

“Oh, that’s Ok, but old days new ways my friend. See, you’re just The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes … nothing personal Kenny, but the smell of sulfur and farts isn’t all that scary, just stinky … but turning that old cottage into a B&B for some hipsters from the village for “Nether Wood Tours”?

Genius!

They come willingly now, no need for abduction which always brought unneeded attention from the Constable, and they even sign “gone missing” waivers now, about not leaving at night”

“Really?”

“Just add glowing eyeballs or something to your smelly fogginess”