Weather or Not

F34D64D3-14A5-4540-90A3-31BB4B943CE1“Forecasters are calling for a nor’easter to blow into New England, bringing blizzard conditions to the entire region. Travel advisories have been issued by the National Weather Service through Monday….”

Hank switched off the TV. “I’m so damn glad we don’t live there anymore. Florida means never having to deal with that kind of weather ever again.”

Agnes looked up from her crochet work, “So, Hank, you don’t miss our former life in Boston at all? There was so much more in the way of culture up there, don’t you think?”

“Agnes, it’s just a matter of modifying expectations,” Hank said. “I actually find living down here to be rather cathartic.”

“Cathartic, huh?” Agnes said in a mocking tone. “You’re happy to be out of the cold, snowy weather in New England, but have you forgotten about hurricanes? We’re in the middle of hurricane season down here. So far we’ve been lucky, but with climate change, the storms are bigger and more damaging than they’ve been in the past.”

“So you’re being prophetic now, Agnes. This whole global warming thing is a hoax. Even the President says so. I’m sorry, Agnes, but you just can’t beat the weather here. Would you rather be back in Boston for this upcoming blizzard?”

Agnes grabbed the remote control from Hank, turned on the TV, and tuned to the Weather Channel. The chyron at the bottom of the screen read, “MONSTER HURRICANE BEARS DOWN ON FLORIDA COAST.”

Written for these one-word prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (blizzard), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (former), Scotts Daily Prompt (culture), Daily Addictions (modify), Your Daily Word Prompt (cathartic), and Word of the Day Challenge (prophetic).

Photo Challenge — Lucky to be Alive

A3882195-0184-4854-B245-E37184CF5153Detectives Morrisey and Hayden were the first to respond to the 9-1-1 call. The building superintendent met the two detectives in the lobby and led them up to the apartment where the neighbor who made the emergency call was waiting to meet them. They heard the sounds coming from within the flat — alternating whimpers and screams. Morrisey ordered the super to unlock the door, which he did. Upon entering the apartment, the two detectives followed the sounds to the bathroom.

“Jesus H. Christ!” Hayden exclaimed as the two men stepped into the small bathroom. The woman in the bathtub full of ice water was almost blue. She looked up at them with pure fright in her eyes. “We’re the police,” Hayden said. “We’re here to help you.” He started to reach down into the tub to pull her out when Morrisey stopped him.

“Don’t move her,” Morrisey said. “I’ve seen something like this before. We need to get the paramedics out here if we’re going to save her life. Call a bus,” he ordered.

Hayden called for an ambulance. “What is it?” he asked his partner.

Morrisey looked at the young woman in the tub. “Can you hear me?” he asked. She nodded. “I know you’re cold and miserable, but we can’t take you out of the tub. Do you remember how you got here?” She shook her head, indicating that she did not. “Can you talk?” he asked.

“I’m so cold,” she said in barely a whisper.

“I know,” Morrisey said in a soothing voice, “but we can’t move you. The paramedics are on their way. What’s your name?”

“I’m Jan,” she said.

“Hi, Jan. I’m Jim. Do you know how you got here?”

She shook her head no.

“What is the last thing you do remember?” He asked.

“I was at a Halloween party,” she answered quietly, her voice shaky. “I had a lot to drink and was feeling a little tipsy.”

“Did you go to the party alone or were you with someone?” Morrisey asked.

“I went with a few girlfriends from work,” she answered. “The party was being thrown by a boyfriend of one of them.” She was silent for a moment. “I remember talking to this guy who was dressed as Dracula. I thought it was strange when he asked me what my blood type was, but I figured that he was just being in character. Then he started telling me about his mother who was very ill and was on the waiting list for a kidney transplant, but her prognosis was poor.”

“Go on,” Morrisey said.

“That’s it,” she said. “The next thing I remember was waking up here, unable to move.”

Hayden called in from the other room. “The paramedics are here.”

Morrisey turned to the woman. “These men will get you out of here and take you to the hospital, Jan. You’ll be okay, I promise.”

Morrisey stepped out of the bathroom to give the paramedics room to get Jan out of the tub so they could get her to the ambulance. On the way out of the apartment, one of the paramedics whispered something to Morrisey. “I thought so,” Morrisey responded.

“So what’s the deal?” Hayden asked.

“Some guy dressed liked Dracula at a Halloween party last night drugged her, brought her to this fleabag place and harvested a kidney,” Morrisey said. “She’ll make it, but she’s lucky to be alive.”

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Kayla Erin.

FOWC with Fandango — Former

FOWCWelcome to October 18, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “former.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.