Sometimes when the duck strikes, it strikes thrice.
the first time it was in the dark night of the dark night. Some would say the duck of the night, but we need to be clear on this one. It was in the dark night of the dark night.
There was someone walking around, minding their own business. Not a small village, but a large urban area with a great amount of water, for it was in a park. This person was making sure to mind their own business. They preferred to keep a low profile as it meant that they would not be easily found out for their shenanigans of dire consequences. You see, they may have done some underhanded things in their time and as such, due to their nature of doing such things meant that they preferred to be unnoticed more than they preferred to be noticed.
So anyway, this person was walking through the park at night. The park was in an urban area and it had a lot of water. There were a series of ponds. It was a small water system partially localised to the park, as of course there were connections underground and some above and all that but we’re not getting into that. Essentially what needs to be known is that it was more complex than how it appeared, but beyond that, little, if anything about this system of water needs knowing, unless of course somehow the story requires expanding upon it, but that’s for another time and not right now.
They were walking at a stead pace and it was dark due to it being night. Sure, there were lampposts lighting the path, creating pockets of clearer detail of which were better followed so as to make sure that it was easier to get o where one needed to go to. However, sometimes it was just as easy to go off the path and make a clear cut, saving a bit of time. On this night this particular person did not go off the path, but followed it,. for they appreciated the water view, even at night. It kind of gave a peaceful, yet occasionally eerie feel, depending on the overall weather. On this particular night it was just peaceful.
They were walking along at a firm, steady pace, of which was one they had adopted once they got into their dirty work, for it helped get away from places quickly whilst also helping to blend in. It was a difficult walk to shake.
So they were walking along and keeping a steady pace when suddenly, out of nowhere, they heard the sound of a waddling that quickly increased in loudness. Had they realised, perhaps they would’ve been fine. However, their reflexes lagged and as such, after a brief flapping their posterior experienced a powerful duck bite.
Shock, shame and humiliation led to their quick leaving of the park and the duck returned to its pond, its first strike victorious and powerful.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:41:07
Wrote this in the morning and only getting it up now.
Bit of repetition and dragging things out, but it’s a silly thing I’m happy with.
Written at home.