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Where’s Luta Challenge



The July challenge for The Quillians was to write 250 to 350 words inspired by a song. We had to postpone the ‘judging’ meeting twice because the first time, only two people had entered, and the second time, our Fearless Leader–Luta in-game–didn’t show up. Speculation about where she was ran rather rampant. I suggested that the only thing that could keep her from us was that she had been kidnapped by pirates. Or perhaps clowns.

Or pirate clowns.

One thing led to another, and the challenge for August was to write a 350 word story explaining just where Luta was. :)

As usual, I was given a word count, and I met said word count exactly. So here is my entry in the “Where’s Luta?” challenge.

Oh, I should mention something: Luta is Canadian. From Nova Scotia, specifically. That will make the story make more sense.

Stephen Harper, brows beetled, chewed his lower lip. “Are you sure it has to be her? She hates it every time she’s activated, and besides that, it’s Monday.”

“Oh, for the love of God, Steve. If you’re afraid to call her, just hand me the phone and I’ll do it! Canada could be on the brink of ruin, and you’d worry about one woman being irritated with you.”

Not just one woman, he thought.

His wife stood, hands on hips, glaring at him through narrowed eyes, her foot tapping soundlessly on the carpet. He supposed she was right. It wasn’t every day that an agent so deep undercover was activated, but this one was special. He picked up the phone.

* * *

Luta folded laundry with one hand while checking her daughter’s math homework with the other. “No, honey, you need to carry the two,” she said as she checked the clock again. Only a half hour to go.

The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. Oh, for the love of…it’s nearly 10 on a Monday. What now?

She laid down the sheet she had been folding, and, dodging dogs and trailing a daughter with an open notebook and a pencil, she marched upstairs and into her office. The phone blared twice more. If I answer it, it’s going to be something bad, and I have a Quillians meeting on Second Life. I can’t let them down!

It rang twice more before she picked it up. With a heavy sigh, she said, “Hello?”

“Um…” came a harried, tentative voice, then a fumbling sound. She thought she heard someone say, “Really? This is the activation phrase?”

“Hel-lo?” she said, emphasizing each syllable.

“Yes, um…’Yo ho ho and a big red nose.’”

Luta’s face, which had been a mask of irritation and impatience, instantly relaxed into one of supreme calm, her eyes narrowed. “Prime Minister. This had better be damned good. Last time—”

“I-I know, Luta, but…it’s that situation in Moose Jaw.”

She closed her eyes. Crap. I thought I took care of that last time. “Tell me.”


I knew from the moment I came up with the idea that the last word of the story had to be [REDACTED]. :)

Anyway, I presume this will be judged toward the end of August, or possibly the first Monday in September. Wait. What is that in Canadian?


Originally published at WriteWright. You can comment here or there.

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Aug. 16th, 2011 10:19 pm (UTC)

Heh, eh?

Aug. 16th, 2011 11:55 pm (UTC)
Anyway, I presume this will be judged toward the end of August, or possibly the first Monday in September. Wait. What is that in Canadian?

Labour Day.

Edited at 2011-08-16 11:56 pm (UTC)
Aug. 17th, 2011 12:01 am (UTC)
And as long as we're at it, I suppose the one gratuitously make-it-more-(stereotypically-)Canadian edit is this:

“I-I know I'm sorry, Luta, but…it’s that situation in Moose Jaw.”
Aug. 17th, 2011 03:32 am (UTC)
Heh! Evil. Amusing, but evil. And yet... :)
Aug. 17th, 2011 11:57 am (UTC)
I think your post may be breaking my friends page. Could you please cut?
Aug. 17th, 2011 01:20 pm (UTC)
Well, that's vague. In what way is this breaking your friends page? It's certainly not too long--I've done much longer ones.
Aug. 17th, 2011 01:26 pm (UTC)
Actually, I was mistaken. Someone else posted an image that is too wide, your post was just taking advantage of it. The square of white space and the odd proportions on the CSIS image made me think it was you.
Aug. 17th, 2011 01:34 pm (UTC)
Good to know. These are auto-cross-posted from WordPress, so I don't have a lot of control over the format. I can fix certain small things. For instance, WordPress has an annoying tendency to leave off <p>, even though it puts the </p>. I usually do go in and fix those. I think I discovered the problem, there, though. We'll see with the next post.
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