Weekly challenge #1049 – PICK TWO Buffering, Update, An old postcard, offensive, Roll

Lizzie Richard Serendipidy Tom Norval Joe Planet Z The next topic is Tokyo LIZZIE Dear You, Here’s an unrequested update that will cause a sudden flare-up of indigestion, I know. He took everything. The jewels, the money, even the hand-painted dishes no one liked. He did leave a rather offensive note behind that I’ll refrain from copying here. Now, how do you want to roll? Shall we hunt him down or simply ignore him? Crazy question, I know. I can hear your swearing from the future. I know your answer. I’ve gathered a team. I know where he hangs out. Meet you at the usual place. Tomorrow, midnight. Bring the meat grinder. Yours truly. RICHARD Wish you were here I was clearing out the loft. The usual rubbish collected over the years, most of it useless; some bound for charity shops, one or two items worth salvaging and the rest destined for the tip. Amongst some old newspapers, I rediscovered the relics of a childhood family holiday, including an old postcard. It was the typical British seaside affair, a cartoon of a busty babe in a bikini, buying an ice-cream. “I’d like a large one, please. I do like a good long licking!” Harmless fun, back in the day. But, I’ve no doubt, hugely offensive to modern sensibilities. TOM From the Lost Room For many years I have been on a great scavenger’s hunt. It was connected to the tv show “The Lost Room”. One of the items of the collection was a painting of an old oak tree. In the fore-ground of the painting was on odd shape stone. After much searching, I learned the oak in question had been on the U of C campus in Berkley. Figured the paint might have some source image. So, I found an old postcard from 1915 which pretty much matched the painting. Written on the card was an update about a trip to Oakland. SERENDIPIDY I was struggling with the latest Windows update. For an hour I’d watched the spinning wheel on the screen: buffering constantly, without a care in the world. I was in a hurry. I had work to do, I was up against a deadline… But the technology didn’t care and it was taking its own good time to mess me about. With each circle of the wheel I could feel my stress levels growing. This was exactly what the shrink had warned me about. I glanced at the semi-automatic at my side. Anger, or the update; which would it be? NORVAL JOE Old Doris Grindlebomb was 92 when her family took her keys away. No, they weren’t the keys to her Cadillac convertible. There was no way in hell they were gonna take those away from her no matter how blind she was. Or, blind drunk. It was the keys to piano that they took away. For 70 years, she had been the music teacher at the local elementary school, and they would’ve retired her long ago if anyone else had wanted the job. She switched to the saxophone. She was so bad at it, they gave her the piano keys back. PLANET Z Old Doris Grindlebomb was 92 when her family took her keys away. No, they weren’t the keys to her Cadillac convertible. There was no way in hell they were gonna take those away from her no matter how blind she was. Or, blind drunk. It was the keys to piano that they took away. For 70 years, she had been the music teacher at the local elementary school, and they would’ve retired her long ago if anyone else had wanted the job. She switched to the saxophone. She was so bad at it, they gave her the piano keys back.