Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.
Something about this girl makes me want to take her seriously.
Tell me about today’s prompt. Who is she? Where is she? What is she doing? Is she on her way to the Comic-Con as a representation of Harley Quinn? Could she be the doppelganger of the supervillain, only more dangerous? What if she is a woman scorned and on her way to pay her ex-boyfriend a friendly visit. And why would anyone cross a girl with a noose tattooed on the back of her neck? Maybe she is delivering top secret information hidden in her backpack and the bat is her protection against the miscreants in her post-apocalyptic world. Of course, she might be on her way to a roller derby game at the Thunderdome.
Your turn. Tell me a tale or caption the pic, yo.
MUSETRACKS 
“Sooo, Leeza,” said Rafe, “What’s with that big ole bat?”
Leeza just kept walking, her eyes on the pavement in front of her, but her antenna alert to the thugs gathering around her.
“Leeza, I’m talkin’ to you,” added Rafe… struggling to keep up with her pace. “Just explain what the bat’s for and we’ll leave you alone.”
Leeza stopped, nearly colliding with the two guys who were close on her heels. “It’s not a bat,” she replied calmly, “it’s my friend.”
“We just wanna be your friends, too,” said Rafe. “What’s so special about this bat?”
“Well, there’s three ounces of lead countersunk into the barrel, and I have 39 tiny nails embedded along the last twelve inches of the bat.”
Rafe smiled nervously at his buddies. “So what’s all the decorations for?”
“My friend — the bat — likes to be appropriately attired when he crashes into the faces, bellies, and groins of people who pester me.”
All the guys stepped back.
Only Rafe kept pressing his point. “So you think your friend the bat can take care of all of us?”
“Doesn’t need to,” said Leeza with a smile. “My friend the bat only needs to smash your face, break your kneecaps, and rip into your pride and joy. After that, the rest of these punks will run like frightened squirrels.”
“No they won’t,” said Rafe, licking his lips nervously. “They’re my hommes. They’ll stand with me shoulder to shoulder.”
“Wanna bet, Rafe?”
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A woman after my heart. Love it, Jeff!
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At the American Assassination Association convention, she was the only one who brought her weapon.
(Caption)
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Haha! Nice, Patti.
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“We’re closed today,” they said. “There are no more Black and White cookies until Tuesday,” they said. “We’re sorry,” they said.
“We’ll see about THAT nonsense,” I said….
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Haha! Oh, that Pistol. Nothing will stop her from getting her cookies.
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