Write a modern version of "The Tiger, the Brahmin, and the Jackal," in which someone suffers from their own good deeds and must turn to an unlikely source for help.

 

I have never heard of this tale, but here goes. uhhh….

For weeks now, since the new year arrived, Jinx determinedly performed a good deed daily in order to uphold her resolution she made, loudly, while more than slightly tipsy from the suspicious liquid she consumed from that punch bowl. This was a mostly positive experience thus far, and she mostly had little regrets. Mostly this deed consisted of merely paying for the order of the next car of the drive thru of the nearest Starbucks, but on occasion this action turned out to be more expensive than she’d like. 

Her paychecks were not exactly all that huge of late, and her hours were being cut from work anyway. There was writing on the wall, sort of, that her job was not going to last. 

Her manager was sketchy, and she knew it. Jerk. He probably was the one that spiked the punch at the gathering anyway. She couldn't call her job an office job, so the gathering there was definitely not an office party in any sense.

She took in a stray cat. A rat, too, off of Craigslist. 

Her living situation was tenuous, but stable. She rented out an RV on a vacant lot. Someone was breaking into the RV while she was away, looking for work. No broken windows, but someone who knew how to get into the vehicle with out breaking anything.

She walked into the RV with him sitting on her side bench, in the dark, naked but for the towel. She was still dressed for the interview she had just bombed, and the slow realization that she was not alone in her home had her in shock. He stood slowly, a shadow against shadows, and she took a step back with her keys still jingling in her hand. 

The light from the clicker showed him to be her landlord. He moved in for a kiss, and she demanded he leave. When he wouldnt, she demanded again. He lumbered and lunged for her. She didnt think as she moved sharply aside and shoved. She didnt look where he fell, just heard the dull thump. 

She broke the lease that moment. Hopped in her car and left. Cat and rat along for the ride.

Writing prompt: Write about a character who’s attending a dinner thrown in their honor, but deeply embarrasses themself during their speech.

 

Write about a character who’s attending a dinner thrown in their honor, but deeply embarrasses themself during their speech.

 “What…a dinner? “  Torg sputtered.. “And a speesh? You expect from me a speesh..?”

Torg puffed out his chest, and patted the sturdy leather of his tunic with his slightly cursed, clawed hand. The skin there thick and scaled a sickly green, and he glanced down at it briefly before working on a large leather work glove over the sight. He cleared his throat, and grimmaced his best smile for the gathered group before him. Belatedly he willed his sharper outer teeth to withdraw back into his gums, but the drool still spilled down his chin.

He wiped the liquid away on his glove.

 

“Who is it gives a speech for a dinner thrown in their honor?” He said. “No one i know.”

”Eat Eat. Enough of this. “  He waved his hands over his head as if to dispel a bad stink. “Tuck in. This is no time for speechifying. The food’s getting cold, and this dish in particular.., “ he looked over at the left, while still waving his gloved hand overhead. The rectangular table hidden under a white, moth nibbled cloth that was yellowed with age. It contained a large white plate draped with steam, noodles, and some sort of blonde sauce that resembled nearly molten cheese,  “.. delicious smelling, I say, won’t taste as nice when cold.”