Sunday, March 17, 2013

Abstract Milkman Short Story

This is a short story I came up mainly as a humorous experiment. The first letter comparison of the J.T.Z. Baner literary personality, J, came up with writing exercises, such as; write a murder from the point of view of the attacker, and so forth, intentionally short short stories solely created to test your skill at exercising your ability to write in all fields of meaning, including the mundane. My favorite of these was, 'write about a normal day in the suburbs involving mainly a milkman', I thought this was a perfect way to try out abstract writing, purely a reason to write something exactly opposite to what it sounds and appears to be. from the mundane milkman short story came this.


The unsuspecting milk truck trundled slowly down the road, comfortably accommodated inside was the similarly unsuspecting, law abiding milk man operating the uncomplicated wheel and gas and brake pedals.


A thousand feet above, the stealth jet banked to the right, correcting its coordinates so as to be perfectly aligned with its mobile target. Its pilot gunned the engine, accelerating the plane another several knots.


the afore mentioned milk truck now screeched to a halt, its internal radar picking up an approaching hostile. Magnetic clamps shot from under the cab, grafting the once peaceful milk truck to the ground.
The whole truck gyrated, and then split into two segments. One half lowered itself to the ground, stabilizing the still-mobile second half. The second half split once more as it turned towards the sky. The top half folding back to lock in with the stabilizer block in the ground.

The once innocent, law abiding milkman now strapped himself in the reinforced seat behind the now rising sub-machine gun. Folding a protective bomber hat over his head, the milkman deftly flipped a pair of safety goggles on, while simultaneously flicking the Gatling gun into action.


Five-hundred feet above, the stealth jet went vertical as it dove toward the milk truck. A hail of bullets burst from the milkman’s Gatling gun, and the jet twisted violently to the side; it swerved desperately to the side as a tattoo of bullet holes were beaten across the jets side.
Now turning completely away, the jet rocketed away as it’s pilot gunned the engine.
Below, the milkman flicked several switches on his renovated milk truck’s control panel. The Gatling gun sank silently into the milk truck’s underside. Seconds later a complicated cone nosed machine leapt into the Gatling gun’s position. The milkman quickly locked into retreating jet’s flight path, and then cranked the machine’s activator switch, and the seeker missile burst from the milkman’s launcher and sped after the plane. Seconds later the fission of the plane became apparent as an expanding explosion rushed over the suburban area, an ejector seat activated its parachute outside the explosion and slowly sank to the ground, carrying the jet’s pilot to the ground swiftly.
The milkman’s truck slowly recreated its quiet milk truck alias, and then quietly want on with its suburban life. And that was when Iron Man showed up.

The End

Hope you enjoyed it.

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