“Do you really need all that stuff?”
He leaned against the wall and folded his arms as he watched her pack. She glared at him over her open case.
“Yes. I do really need all this ‘stuff’, and if you listened to me once in a while you might know why. I don’t suppose you even looked at your list, did you?”
He rolled his eyes. She always gave him lists of things to pack. He hated that. He preferred to just grab what he wanted and go.
“Yes, I did actually look at the list.” He tried to keep a straight face, even though he knew she’d see right through him. It was true, though. He had looked at the list before he’d thrown it in the fire.
She stopped packing and gave him a hard look. “Did you pack what was on it?”
He shrugged.
She took a deep breath and looked at him for a moment, then turned to a stack of things that she’d put to one side and started packing them. Just as he thought. She always packed everything she’d told him to pack, so why should he bother in the first place?
She closed the case and picked it up.
“Okay, let’s go,” she said. “We can go over the plan in the car.”
He held up the car keys. “I’m driving,” he said. At least that way he had a reason to zone her out; he’d have to concentrate on the road.
His bag was already in the car. He had ignored her list, and just packed what he considered essential. Three handguns, two semi-automatic rifles, two shotguns, ammo for the lot and a decent amount of plastic explosive.
He smiled to himself as he settled down in the driving seat. Who needs a complicated plan when you’ve got moar dakka?
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: Today’s Sunday Scribblings prompt is “Essential”. Quite why that made me think of “moar dakka” I don’t know…)
The Best Place By The Fire 
I had to google moar dakka, and then I loved the story even more! Excellent :o)
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Thank you! I do think sometimes that the Internet has corrupted my brain in strange ways…
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Obviously moar dakka was essential and my unawareness of it the secret of my failure!
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Well, at least now you know the secret! Thanks for stopping by.
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What a killer end line! I smiled as like Deborah I had to Google ‘moar dakka’. Glad I did! I like how the everyday turned out be something more and was left wondering where they were going and why..Jae
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Thanks Jae. I did think about going into what the plan actually was, but decided it wasn’t essential. 😉
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Interesting, well told story! I too look up “moar dakka” 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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When I looked that up I found something that said”there is no kill like overkill” and your story totally cracked me up! I loved the interaction of your characters-you wrote the dialog beautifully. -Tiffany
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That would be his theory precisely! Thank you, Tiffany.
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Hilariously funny!! I generally pack everything but the kitchen sink so I thought this was the case until I googled Moar dakka!
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Thank you! My boyfriend said it sounded like us going away to start with… but as far as I’m aware he’s never packed any dakka!
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This cracked me up with the very domestic dialogue culminating with something chilling and killing a la Poe. Excellently done. So we have all learned a new phrase. The wonders of google!
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Thank you!
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Ha! Very cute. 🙂 It does sound just like a regular couple up until the end…nice!
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Glad you liked it 🙂
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Have shoota, will travel, eh? The dialogue was spot-on, the inter-action between the sexes true to life. How many of us have been on one side or the other of this kind of exchange? Without the guns, of course. Fun story. Thanks for sharing it.
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I’ll admit, I’m usually the one with the lists 🙂 Thanks for stopping by.
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and I thought it was just some boring couple planning a boring weekend with some boring fishing…jajaja very good…I guess is the same principle of newspaper’s comics: the surprise at the end. Very good
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Thank you David 🙂
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Ah, but what essentials hold to tell the secret, nice surprise ending. Well done.
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Thank you.
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