Hump Day Kick Start – Down with Gold Edition

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

jamie dornan

Just seemed like a good time for some man candy.

Brownie points if you know who he really is. But for the sake of today’s prompt, who is our guy? What is he looking at? A door? A body? His next orders? What is his expression? Could he be at a point of no return? Is he a futuristic mercenary? Good, moral detective about to cross a line? Regular Joe who was blackmailed and now hunting his wife’s killer? Male representation of a reluctant drone bee forced to be at the queen bee’s beck and call?

Tell me a tale or caption the pic.

8 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Down with Gold Edition

  1. jeff7salter says:

    Rupert scuttled down the stairs of the blazing hotel, his right hand clutching the busted rib he’d gotten while falling from the skylight and landing two stories down.
    “Daisy, quick!” he screamed. “Help me!”
    “What’s wrong, Rupert?” she asked, rushing up the stairs to meet him half way.
    “My pants are on fire!” he shrieked.
    She took a moment to eye him critically. “Have you been lying again?”
    “Huh? I’m burning up.” Then he squinted with the pain and confusion. “Lying about what?”
    “That cocktail waitress in Denver, for example…”


  2. jbrayweber says:

    HAHA! Your imagination brings me such joy, Jeff.


  3. jeff7salter says:

    we aim to please


  4. jbrayweber says:

    Shouldn’t everyone? 😉


  5. rekenjura says:

    He was standing at the mouth of hell. The smell of sulfur assaulted his nose, as flaming tongues flicked out of the yawning abyss. She was down there. His love. His life.
    Why? Why couldn’t she just have found another way. Instead she transported to the very belly of Hades, to battle the devil himself. All to save one innocent. One girl. One who had been snatched from her protection. One girl she hadn’t been able to save. And he was going to join her.
    He fingered the trigger on the gun resting in the pocket of his tattered shirt. A lot of good it would do him, a gun against the devil. What a laugh. All he had was his wit, his strength and a couple of invisible angels on his side. He hoped it was enough.
    He moved down the steps, closer to the fire. Blasts of heat surged toward him, joined by the red-gold flames, deeper he went. Heat licked at his skin, but it didn’t burn, still it consumed him. Swirling around him in a spiral, disorienting him, taunting him, living flames given life from the souls of those it devoured.
    Still he went deeper, listening, trying to sense her presence. Love drove him through the flames, past the crying wall, until he entered the corridors leading him to the temple where the Prince of Darkness sat on his golden throne and where his Helena was facing her biggest challenge.
    What if he was too late? Had the battle begun and if she lost, would she barter herself for the innocent girl? His pace quickened, he had to reach her. Love and fear stabbed at his heart as he came to an abrupt stop. There she stood, her body pulled to her full five foot ten-inch height and staring up at Hell’s Ruler.


  6. jbrayweber says:

    Now we’re talkin’. This is fabulous, Ruth. Just fabulous! Another story I want more of.


  7. pibarrington says:

    Now the police would never believe him. How could he explain stabbing his lover’s lover by mistake and not jealous fury? Now he needed to make a serious decision. Keep the knife hidden in his pocket and run like hell or try to convince whoever came along next for an alibi of sorts? He opted for running like hell. Or to hell whichever came first.

    Sorry, way late today. Busy busy busy.


  8. jbrayweber says:

    Nice, Patti. Ya know, I might just run with him. 😉


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