FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #15 Judy and John – Spillage

FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #15 Judy and John – Spillage

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Part 1 is John and Judy.

Part 2 is The Honeymoon

Part 3 is The Flight

Part 4 is The Hospital Under Siege

Part 5 is Love me Tender

Part 6 is Thanksgiving Dinner

Part 7 is The Newborn

Part 8 is Recovery From Birth

Part 9  is The Lesson

Part 10 is Surprise

Part 11 is “Teenage Lobotomy” by the Ramones

Part 12 is The Cave Safe Zone

Part 13 is The Cave – Not So Safe After All

Part 14 is Just a Little Slip

Part 15 is Spillage

“Judy and John – Spillage”

By Teresa Smeigh February 2016

They sent Cindy and a US Soldier from the plane back to the cave to check the pilot. While they were all at Boaz’s compound the pilot has woken and found the open barrel. Checking what it was, in his hazy state, he started to drink and then tipped the barrel accidentally and had to find another one. He found an ax and started wobbly striking at barrels that split in odd places. He and the floor were covered with wine, but none was making it into his mouth.

Cindy and the soldier hear the noise and stop and proceed cautiously. They came around the corner and there is the pilot trying to drink out of the leaking barrels although most were empty.

They stop him and proceed to change his clothes with what they could salvage. Cindy volunteered her leggings. She had a long shirt on and the soldier provided the shirt of his camouflage uniform. They dressed him carefully due to the pilot’s injury.

“Now what,” Cindy asks staring at the funny dressed injured pilot, who was drunk as all get out, between what they plied him with and his drinking from all those barrels. He certainly wasn’t steady on his feet. He also needed medical attention.

The soldier thought a minute and said,” I can carry him a short distance and then we proceed to walk him between us. Then I will carry him again and we keep switching off till we get back to Boaz’s place, which hopefully isn’t under attack, please God.”

They start out, fast at first and then slowing down. He was a lightweight, but that was a lot of physical work anyhow. Cindy was fast caving on her part and her escort not much behind her. He tried the warning whistle and hoped that someone heard it and came to investigate. They propped the pilot against a tree and supported him on both sides and waited for the returning signal.

After several minutes they see another of the guys coming. He spots them, laughs, then puts a serious face on. The soldier was his senior officer after all.

“Whew you guys all smell like wine. What happened back there?”

“We found the pilot up and smashing the barrels for more wine. He was soaked and now we are too trying to get him into dry clothes,” Cindy said.

There was no sign of the enemy and the two soldiers spoke quietly. Each man quietly took an arm and started him walking. When he tired out one of the soldiers hefted him on his back. They took turns carrying him and walking him back to Boaz’s place.

They were met by another soldier. “Where’s my sister,” Cindy demanded.

You can go inside ma’am. Peace has been made with Boaz. The real Australian Army is on the way and Judy, John, Michael, and Paulie are all safe and sound at the moment. We’re protecting the boundaries of the compound to keep anyone from sneaking up. A fit of laughing started. The compound as such was a house and barn.

Cindy found her mother and father resting and Judy feeding the baby. John was on safety watch with the rest of them.

“Girl? Did you bathe in that stuff?” Cindy turned and almost kneed one of the lieutenants between the legs.

“Yeah it is my knew perfume and bath gel. Geesh! Men!”

“Girl,” Boaz says, “Take a quick shower in case of invasion and there are an assortment of clothes on the bed. Take what you need.”

Cindy thanked him and got moving. Ready for anything she thought. She looked through the clothes and found a hapless wardrobe and hurried to the bathroom where she screamed at the large snake curled in the tub and promptly dropped all the clothes.

Boaz barks out a laugh. That is just “Happy” my snake. That is his favorite place to sleep.

“Get it out of here please!”

“Better shower quick. He will just climb back in through the window.”

Cindy saw the window and came as close to fainting as she ever had. Quickly showering, no poking around, she used the bar of soap as shampoo and soaped her body. Before getting out she checked the window, floor and shower behind her to make sure he hadn’t joined her again.

Cindy dressed and joined the rest of them in the other room. The warning signal sounded again. Everyone snapped to attention not sure if it was the enemy or the Australian Army or even the US Army. They had been called too and apprised of the situation and started right out with reinforcements.


 Constructive Criticism welcome! Not sure I understood no external dialogue on here.


About Tessa

My name is Tessa Dean and I am an author and blogger. My writing styles vary and I love writing using prompts. I am also writing my first book, a Memoir entitled "Government Property - A Memoir of a Military Wife".  This is being published on the blog rather than the traditional way. I am putting up chapters as I go along. I keep my blog filled with useful content, stories, and poems. Plenty to keep you busy. I have also been interviewed by blogs and had other posts published on many different blogs. I also wrote a series of articles on Bipolar Disorder for IBPF (International Bipolar Foundation). I am in my 60’s and disabled which allows me plenty of time to write to my heart’s content. I live in southern New Jersey and have 3 children and 5 grandchildren. My oldest grandchild is a Sargent in the United States Marine Corps.
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