It seems we’ve decided to do a rather an interesting challenge called “See It and Write It.”. Frank of Foxxfyrre’s Honk ’n’ Hollr selected four images and asked readers once again to write a story using the items. The WTIT Tape Radio Blog will try again. (You can read our prior attempt by clicking here.)
When Cluster left seven years back he requested of his immediate supervisor, Toy’lit Brusch, that he stay away from that very temple and that particular Pagoda. Cluster had broken a cardinal rule. He had fallen in love with the Buddhist Pagoda receptionist and high priestess. He initially thought he was simply interested in the information that the beautiful Ms. Woku Offd could provide about his ultimate assignation goal, eliminating Vietnam’s leading meteorologist, Huri Kun Whind. Falling in love with Ms. Offd not only disrupted the plan but also ultimately ruined the mission. Unexpectedly, it had broke Cluster’s heart as well. Professional assassins were not afforded the luxury of love. It made Agent Cluster Fawque vulnerable. As he opened the Pagoda’s door he thought, “She must be gone.” No one in his right mind would trust him near Woku Offd again. Cluster did not know the nature of this mission. His instructions were sealed until he had been safely smuggled into Southeast Asia. But as he looked down the candle lit hall he saw her familiar desk. Her chessboard was still on the same small Chinese bureau near the window. Now he read his mission. Of course, he understood. It was Woku herself that was to be eliminated. His heart still broken from her betrayal last time, Cluster showed newfound resolve. It almost seemed like poetic justice. He thought briefly of their last night together swimming in that natural pond with the aqua-blue water that had an instant calming effect. He had a painting commissioned for his stateside office with that calming aqua-blue color effect.
Woku entered the chapel area and saw Cluster. “I knew it would be you,” she said calmly. After she had crashed that Britney Spears “shave your head like a monk” party, Woku knewher days were numbered. “Cluster, I won’t resist. I owe you that.” Cluster hesitated, “Why did you betray me?” “We all answer to someone. I report to Comrade Whorn E. Toad. He’s like, how do you Americans say it, yes I know it, ‘Bad, bad Leroy Brown.’” Cluster smiled. That night the Vietnam radio station devoted to Jim Croce came rushing bask. Cluster changed his mind instantly, “I’ll help you escape,” he said. “Where could we be safe?” Woku asked. Cluster looked at her seriously, “At Bloggingham Palace in Banister, North Carolina.” Woku was confused, “Didn’t that whacko DJ just make up that place?” “Yes”, replied Cluster, “but since he made us up as well, it may all work out.” No one ever heard of either of them ever again.