Jumped 364521

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Because I'm still obsessed with improvisation, I wrote this as another exercise. It is a simple story with 6 characters, but I designed it an exercise in status and to continue practicing my writing. I started with a character list then got a 6 letter word to randomly order my characters 1 through 6. This was to be their status (explained by Keith Johnstone) relative to the others. I then wrote the short based on that. It was my idea to rewrite the same relative story again with a new secret word, but that'll be a project for another day. This is my attempt at humor and as you can probably guess the secret word is 'Jumped'. Hopefully the ordering of the characters is clear after you read the story.

Submitted: December 15, 2015

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The cat meowed and a moment later the doorbell rang.

“Thelonius, don’t worry about the door.” Came a weary voice from the parlor. “I’ll get it.”

“Good sir, I’m busy.” Replied Thelonius’ deep voice from the kitchen. He was busy raiding his Master’s refrigerator and pantry. On the stove he had three delicious chicken meatballs simmering. 

The doorbell rang again, more aggressively as doorbells are apt to do. The shuffle of feet from the entryway had stopped and Thelonius heard a groan. He sniffed and returned to the stove making sure to rotate the meatballs, so they cooked perfectly. On the counter behind him he had selected the finest china and a bouquet he had selected himself. It would be a perfect meal. The smells were delicious, but it wouldn’t do for Thelonius to sample anything, perhaps he had would prepare his own later. He pulled the pan off of the stove and gently picked placed each one onto a bed of fresh arugula. He would pour the sauce on when he delivered lunch.

The doorbell rang again. “Coming,” was the feeble response from the entryway followed by a short cough and perhaps another groan. Thelonius rolled his eyes. Again the doorbell rang and this time it was followed by a yowl from the parlor. Thelonius sprang from the kitchen in an instant. He dashed past the old man breathing heavily on a chair in the entryway and peeked embarrassed into the parlor. With a bow and an embarrassed, “Sorry.” He turned towards the door. 

He opened it quickly and was greeted by a young woman and a small boy. She was fuming and gripping the boy’s hand tightly her other hand posed to hit the doorbell for the fifth time. At the sight of Thelonius she stepped back embarrassed and dropped her gaze. “I’m sorry, I thought someone else would answer the door, I’m Mrs. Hutchins. Um, Doris Hutchins.”

Thelonius smiled as an acknowledgement of her situation and she relaxed unpunished. She paused awkwardly waiting for Thelonius to speak. When he didn’t she looked embarrassed then pulled the boy forward. “Jack, what do you have to say?” she said. 

Jack looked mortified and glanced nervously between his mom and Thelonius. Thelonius nodded at Jack and he finally began to speak. “I stole some plums from you. That is I didn’t know they were your plums, I thought they were his plums I mean.” He pointed inside at the man in chair. “And I’m sorry I wouldn’t have stolen from you.” He hung his head at the last admission unable to meet Thelonius’ gaze. 

“Well you shall have to make amends,” Thelonius said to both of them. “How can you make this up to me?”

Jack didn’t speak. “Tell him,” Mrs. Hutchins said putting a sharp gaze before looking nervously at Thelonius. 

Jack shifted unsure, “Tell me what to do?” He yelled at the old man inside. He looked up startled and shook his head with wide eyes. Jack had gone white at his outburst and shrunk visibly. Mrs. Hutchins had gone nearly as white as Jack and was caught between reprimanding him and apologizing profusely to Thelonius. She stammered, “I’ll pay for the plums, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t come sneaking around again.” She bent her head slightly as she backed away dragging her son with her. Jack glanced over his shoulder towards Thelonius then quickly removed his gaze. 

Thelonius closed the door. He remembered the meatballs and rushed to the kitchen past his master who seemed not to have recovered yet from the shock. As Thelonius had feared the meatballs had gone cold. It was already too late for lunch, so there was no time to reheat them. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the tray. As he strode towards the parlor he stopped for a moment next to his master. “I left your food in the kitchen, sir.” His master didn’t look up.

Thelonius entered the parlor keeping his eyes down. On a pillow by the fire a cat lay purring contentedly. Thelonius placed the tray at the cat’s feet and removed the covering. The meatballs steamed slightly and Thelonius felt a faint glimmer of hope that they might still be good enough. He poured cream over the dish. He stepped back and waited. The cat’s eyes remained closed slightly and glued on the fire. A mouse strode between Thelonius’ feet nonchalantly before creeping towards the plate of food. Thelonius stiffened afraid to confront the newcomer. He didn’t have to because the mouse had frozen with one paw on the plate. 

The cat stood and stretched, yawning then turned its gaze on Thelonius. He straightened slightly waiting hands clasped behind his back. The mouse was shivering, still posed over the food. The cat gazed calmly at it and the mouse slowly backed away. The cat settled himself over the food then began to nibble at the meatballs.

Thelonius sighed relieved then took it as his signal to leave. He backed to the door then turned. The mouse was waiting for him at the door. Thelonius glanced around at the cat, who was still happily eating and then pulled the door open. The mouse strode through before Thelonius. The master was now slumbering softly in the entryway. The mouse climbed up the master’s pant leg and onto his shoulder then atop his head. From this perch he jumped to the mantle over the chair and slipped through a hole in the wall. Thelonius watched all this silently. He then removed himself to the kitchen to see what other things he could pinch from his master’s pantry.


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