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.

Stalker

3CB78D37-B12D-49B1-A0D1-EB073F441DFA“Well isn’t this a fine case of serendipity,” he said.

She turned around and looked at the man who was standing behind her on the balcony. “Excuse me?” she said.

“The two of us here, together and alone on this balcony,” he said. “I mean I know we’ve been glancing longingly at each other all night. And here we are.”

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. “I’ve never seen you before in my life. And I certainly haven’t been glancing longingly at you.”

“Oh but you have,” he said. He pulled a small sketch tablet from his sport coat pocket and held it out for her to see. There were pencil sketches he’d drawn of her, not just tonight, but over the past several months. Each sketch had date and a caption written on it. “Together Forever” one said. “My One and Only” another caption read. “Meant To Be” a third one had written on it.

“Oh my God!” she screamed. “You’ve been stalking me!”

“No,” he said. “We are destined to be with one another. You might as well acquiesce to the inevitable.” Then he moved in to giver her a kiss, but before he could get to her, she put a jujitsu move on him.

She calmly took her phone out of her purse and punched in a few numbers. “9-1-1,” the operator said. “What’s your emergency?”

A man has fallen from the third floor balcony,” she said.


Written for these prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (serendipity), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (balcony), Scotts Daily Prompt (tablet), Daily Addictions (caption), Your Daily Word Prompt (acquiesce), and Word of the Day Challenge (emergency).

Tale Weaver — That Explains a Lot

2A4A1252-4664-4C1A-9BDF-02903E33C387“Of course I have a concern over what’s going on next door,” Martin said. “The guy’s yard is quickly becoming overgrown with weeds. It would take a herd of goats to clean up that mess on the other side of the fence.”

“I’m not talking about his lawn,” Martin,” Maria said. “I’m talking about his dog with it’s incessant barking. It barks day and night and it’s driving me crazy. At least you get a break from it when you go off to work. I have to deal with it all of the time.”

“Do you remember that dog trainer we used when our dog was having behavior problems? That guy was stellar,” Martin said. “I think I’ll pay a visit to our neighbor and ask him to mow his lawn and tell him about that dog trainer.”

*****

A few minutes later, Martin came running into the house, his face pale and his skin clammy. “Maria, call 9-1-1 now!” he shouted.

“What happened?” she asked. “Are you okay? And what’s that awful smell?”

“It’s our neighbor,” Martin said. “I knocked on his door and when I did, his door swung open. As soon as it opened, the stench hit me. There was his body just inside the door. He must have been dead for at least a week.”

“Well, that explains a lot,” Maria said, picking up the phone to call 9-1-1.


Written for the following daily prompts: Daily Addictions (concern), Your Daily Word Prompt (overgrown), Ragtag Daily Prompt (herd), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (fence), Scotts Daily Prompt (trainer), and Word of the Day Challenge (stellar).

Also for the Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, “open door.” Photo credit: Google Images.

 

MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt — Betrayal

FB03A8E9-DDC5-4864-A2CD-671674D37EC6He told me he was working on his PhD. He said it was on changes in the evolution of the physical characteristics of adolescent boys in the 21st century. He said he wanted me to be a part of his study. I was flattered that he had singled me out as the one student in his ninth grade biology class he invited to participate.

He told me that all of his research equipment was at his home and offered to take me there after school one day. He asked me to tell my parents that I would be working with him on an extracurricular project for which I’d receive extra credit.

The day finally arrived and I was excited. I felt special, honored. We dove to his house and went down to his basement, where his home office was. He offered me some lemonade and oatmeal raisin cookies, my favorite cookies. He asked me if I was ready to get started and I told him I was.

He said he needed to take some measurements to use for his baseline. He suggested I strip down to my underpants, which I did. He asked me if he could take pictures of me with his digital camera and I said he could. Then he grabbed a cloth measuring tape and began taking measurements. First my chest. Then my waist. My hips. My shoulders. My arm length, leg length. He measured the circumference of my upper arm, lower arm, thigh, and calf.

Then he said he needed to measure the size of my penis and testicles. He asked me to remove my underpants. I hesitated, but he assured me that it was for scientific research, so I removed my underpants.

He took my flaccid penis in his hand and measured its length and circumference. I was uncomfortable with him doing this, but he was my teacher. And this was for his PhD.

Then he said he needed to measure my penis when it was erect, like a before and after image, and he started to stroke it. I told him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. I tried pushing him away, but he was strong. Then he bent down and tried to take my penis in his mouth.

I saw the large microscope on his work table, reached over and grabbed it, swung it down, and started hitting him on his head with it. Over and over again. He stopped. And that’s when I called 9-1-1.

“Thank you for your statement,” the police detective said. “We’ve contacted your parents and the school. One of our officers will drive you home.”


Written for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. Today’s prompt is “teachers.”

This fictional piece was inspired by the movie “The Tale,” which I recently watched on TV.

FFfAW — The Last Walk

1A1909E1-4E38-46C5-88F6-22BCC1AA5195Harold and his wife of almost 50 years, Helena,  walked along the outdoor, mezzanine-level walking track that ran around the perimeter of their condominium building. They took this walk this every morning, rain or shine. It was their physical fitness routine and their effort to stay as limber as they could, hoping to stave off the muscle atrophy and bone brittleness of old age as long as they could.

On this particular morning Harold complained of a backache and Helena suggested he take a day off from their daily exercise. But he insisted. And so, as was their routine, dressed in sweats, they went out onto the walking track.

Only five minutes into it, Harold stopped, grabbed his back and, grimacing in pain, fell to his knees. “Call 9-1-1,” he implored his wife. Helena looked up and saw the surveillance camera mounted on the wall to the left of the sign with the running man. She hoped the security people were watching because she didn’t have her mobile phone and refused to leave Harold’s side.

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Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: ENISA.