This week’s writing prompts for the Mutant 750 Challenge are the image below and the word botch.
Jonathan was the last to make it through. The moment he saw daylight he began gulping at the air. “Ahhh…my God, I thought I’d never —”Mike? Fred?” Jonathan exclaimed in disbelief. “It can’t be!”
“Jonathan.” Mike tried to squint but his eyelids were stuck. “You made it.”
“So!” Fred’s voice slivered the air. “We meet again.”
“Wow! Isn’t this great?” Jonathan blustered. “The whole time I was in there, I worried and wondered about you guys…if you had gotten away or if, well, you know.” He tried to shrug his shoulders. “I mean, who’d’ve thought —”
“You certainly didn’t!” Mike snapped.
“What? What do you mean?” Jonathan’s bewildered expression indicated a high level of cluelessness. “Surely, you don’t blame me for our botch of a vacation!”
“No, no, of course not, Jonathan.” Fred chimed in. “Why on earth would we? I mean, you were the one who insisted on booking a tour on an über virtual Jurassic Park. Then, you —“
“Just had to take a selfie with a freakin’ wooly mammoth herd.” Mike interrupted.
“So!?” Jonathan countered. “You didn’t have to rescue me.”
“You were using my cell phone, idiot!”
“And you had my car keys!”
“Now, wait a minute. How was I supposed to know that genetically modified wooly mammoths aren’t strict vegetarians?”
Jonathan’s explanation was met with wooden stares.
Nervous beads of sap began to ooze from his forehead. “And who knew a trip through their digestive tract would have such a…petrifying effect?” He added with a weak chuckle.
Either Fred or Mike, or maybe both, emitted a hollow grunt.
“Look on the bright side. You guys gotta admit we’d make a cool looking totem pole!”
“3Faces” by Bob via Flickr