Hump Day Kick Start – Welding Edition

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

derek Theler

It’s hump day. Let’s fire up a picture prompt.

Lot’s going on here—propane tank, beaten face, cigar, pulse pads, droplight, welder goggles, single glove, unbuckled belt. Who is he? Where is he? What’s going on? Is he someone’s science project turned uncooperative? Maybe he is doing his own experiments on himself. Why? Could he be devising a diabolical plan to destroy those that are a threat to him/his woman/his species? And just where do those wires disappear to?

What’s your take? I’d love to hear it. Or just caption the pic.

11 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Welding Edition

  1. Will Graham says:

    “Damn… when you promise The Pistol Black and White Cookies, you *better* come through. Now I have to BUILD her a factory to make them, or she’ll beat me worse. My idea of building something is with Tinker Toys; I better get going before she gets back!”


  2. jbrayweber says:

    If only I had that kind of command over men.


  3. jeff7salter says:

    “Elroy!” shrieked Jane. “What have you done?”
    “Just trying to protect by woman,” he replied, obviously favoring his burned and blackened left hand.
    “Oh, Elroy…” she approached but was afraid any touch would be painful. “You shouldn’t have left the hospital to come help me. No telling what those machines are reading without your leads plugged in.”
    “You’re my woman,” wincing with pain from the bruises and cuts on his face. “When you told me about the intruder, I had to…”
    “But Elroy… you didn’t need a propane torch and a 16-pound sledgehammer.”
    “I have to protect my woman…”
    “Elroy, it was only a spider.”


  4. jbrayweber says:

    HAHA! You never disappoint, Jeff! We all need an Elroy.


  5. jeff7salter says:

    glad you liked it


  6. rekenjura says:

    Okay- do or die–

    It was a hell of a battle, no pun intended, and he’d lost. Big time. He’d lost and Helena has lost her life.. My fault, my fault. The litany ran through his mind. He needed to fix this, need a plan, need divine intervention, but it was not likely to arrive.
    Who knew Hell looked like the inside of a penthouse suite? Guess the Devil likes his luxury. Time is relative here, doesn’t really exist in the night and day thing, but I need to travel back and out of the nether realm and hopefully retain my knowledge of events- it’s the only way to win. The only way to save Helena .
    Damn, never thought some glob of a demon would get the best of me, much less trap me. Sex- it traps you every time. She was beautiful, at least the human covering she wore was. A woman who men have wet dreams about, all legs, a killer body, literally, and the moves and agility, of course that should have been the giveaway. He’d blame his situation all on her, but the truth was, he’d been pissed. Jealous. And had been searching for payback. Never a good thing. He should have trusted Helena. He knew her, loved her, why did he fall for the damn set up? Why in the hell did he succumb to temptation. It cost him Helena and his soul. Once the glowing bag was empty, he’d be transformed into a mindless, soulless demon.
    He had to act fast, that damn glow in the dark transformation serum is slowly seeping into his veins was working faster than he expected, and his mental block wasn’t doing much to slow the progress. Changes were beginning, it was hard to think, his muscles began contracting, pulsing, twisting becoming thicker, stronger. He felt his bones shifting from the joints, cracking, splitting as his blood was replaced with the thick, glowing, pulsating substance. All the cells in his body were changing. He used every ounce of his remaining strength to fight the conversion.
    Pain wrapped around him, closing in, he didn’t know how long he would remain coherent. It was now or never. The propane touch was close, with every ounce of concentration he willed it into his hand, using stub of the cigar, his last request, he lit the flame. He said a prayer, part for his soul if he didn’t succeed and part that the information he found in his research was right. Light the demon liquid and it would shoot him out of hell and hopefully into the past. He ripped the electrodes off, twisted in the chair and put the flame to the bag. It was his only chan…..


  7. jbrayweber says:

    Oh, very, very nice, Ruth. This is wonderful! Hope he made it.


  8. rekenjura says:

    I seem to have this paranormal thing going lately.


  9. jbrayweber says:

    And that’s a good thing in my book, Ruth.


  10. pibarrington says:

    *Sigh*. It’s all so damned boring trying all these things on myself. Hmm, what was that woman’s name, the one who would probably enjoy it like hell and make make me like it too? What was her number? Oh, right. On the wall that I burned it into last time…”

    Okay, look. I’ve been dragged from one end of the country to the other and back again several times…what do you want from me?


  11. jbrayweber says:

    That’s an interesting take on this prompt, Patti. Well done.


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