#WDYS — Forever One

As she had done every year on this date for the last eight years, Anna placed the cupcake on the picnic table in their backyard, stuck a candle in the middle of it, and lit the candle. “Happy birthday, my darling Billy,” she said and then started to sob.

Michael walked out to where Anna was sitting, put his hands on her shoulders, and said, “Why do you torture yourself like this, Anna? He’s gone.”

“He would have been nine today,” Anna said.

“I know,” Michael said, “had he survived.”

“He has survived, Michael,” Anna said, “in my heart and soul, where he’ll be forever one.”


Written for this week’s What Do You See? prompt from Sadje. Photo credit: Angéle Kemp at Unsplash.

What Do You See? — The Knocking

The knocking was relentless. She tried to ignore it, but she couldn’t. She sat up and stepped from her bed. She started to nervously pace back and forth in her small room. She moved her hands up to her head and covered her ears. But the knocking persisted. Where was he? Why wasn’t he answering the door?

She continued to pace, trying to will away the knocking, but to no avail. She went to the door of her room, which was always locked, and slowly turned the knob. She was surprised when the door swung opened. The knocking grew louder and more insistent. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings as she followed the sound of the knocking and navigated toward its source.

It led her to the front door of the small house. The knocking suddenly stopped as she cautiously approached the door. She pulled back the deadbolt, turned the knob, slowly opened the door, and tentatively peeked through a glass pane. She saw a man and a woman walking away from the house and getting into a black sedan. She heard the car’s engine start and watched as it slowly pulled out of the driveway.

She tried calling out, “Help me!” But her voice, which she seldom used, had little volume to it, and there was no way the two people who had just driven off could have heard her cry for help.

She closed the front door and made her way back to her room, where she had lived ever since she could remember. She closed the door and laid back down on her bed. There was nothing she could do but wait until her captor returned to feed her. To bathe her. And to rape her.

Again.


Written for this week’s What Do You See? prompt from Sadje. Photo credit: Phmaxiestevez @ Pixabay.

#WDYS — Spokesperson

“Are you sure?” Brian asked. “I’ve participated in other Ironman competitions, but never with components like this.”

Roger tried, but couldn’t control his eyerolling. “We do things differently here in northern Alaska. It’s true that we diverge somewhat from what other competitions do, but we are targeting activities that reflect the Alaskan environment and culture.”

“So I’m supposed to remain balanced on that log as I walk to its end, swim in freezing waters to the other side of the lake, and finally scamper up that rocky hill to the top of the mountain?” Brian asked.

“Exactly,” Roger said.

“I don’t know,” Brian said. “Are you sure that completing this competition is a prerequisite for having the outdoor clothing company manufacture endorse me as their spokesperson? It just seems so odd.”

“Well,” Roger said, “we want our clothing line spokespeople to show how tough they are.”

“Okay,” Brian said, and he started walking slowly on the log out into the lake.


Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (eyerolling), Your Daily Word Prompt (diverge), The Daily Spur (target), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (endorse). Photo credit: Evan Clark at Unsplash.

#WDYS — Philosophy of Life

Her ancient face was etched deeply by the years of living a life with the hardihood of a woman of her generation.

“Great grandchild,” she said, taking me to task, “you should not be the kind of man who wallows in the muddy swamp of scuttlebutt. You need to fight the urges you might have to reveal the personal and private business of others. There may be recondite factors in play for which you have no knowledge or understanding.”

I blushed with embarrassment, “Great grandmother,” I said, “you are a very wise woman. I mustn’t be the purveyor of rumor and innuendo.

“That’s right, great grandchild,” she said.

“Great grandmother,” I said, “to what do you attribute your wisdom?”

“I have gained my wisdom from having lived a long, fruitful, happy, and healthy life,” she said to me. “And I have grown even wiser by embracing my fundamental philosophy of life.”

“What is your philosophy of life, great grandmother?” I asked.

She gave me a knowing smile and said, “No bullshit.”


Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Pisauikan@Pixabay. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (hardihood), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (scuttlebutt), Word of the Day Challenge (urges), The Daily Spur (reveal), and Your Daily Word Prompt (recondite).

#WDYS — Time’s Up

“Time’s up,” he said, a menacing tone in his voice. “I guess your family doesn’t care very much about you. And I can understand why. You’re a very difficult young woman.”

She shivered uncontrollably and choked back her tears. “What do you want?” She asked between sobs.

“You know what I want,” he laughed sarcastically. “As I told your parents, it’s their money or your life. But all those grains of sand have passed through the hourglass and apparently your parents are not going to pay the ransom. It seems that they, too, see you for the petty, snobby, bitchy, pain in the ass princess that you really are. So, time’s up.”

She took a deep breath and gathered herself together, summoning as much courage as she could. She knew she was, at that moment, powerless, but she wasn’t going to make this easy for him. “Fine,” she said. “Whatever it is that you’re planning to do to me, just get it done. Are you going to rape me? Well, do it, that is if you are even capable of getting an erection, which I seriously doubt. Are going to kill me? Well, I’m sure my wealthy parents won’t pay you a dime for my dead body. So get it over with. As you said, time’s up, so do what you’re going to do or let me go.”

“Yes, bitch,” he said, “First I’m going to rape you and then I’m going to kill you, slowly and deliberately so that I can watch you suffer as I witness the life drain from your eyes.” He started to remove his pants when she saw a small red dot appear on his forehead. A shot rang out, hitting him right where the red dot had just been, killing him instantly.

“Are you okay, miss?” one of the officers ran over to her and asked. A second officer untied her from the chair on which she was bound.

“It’s about fucking time you assholes got here,” she yelled at the cop standing in front of her. “How could it take you this long to get here, you incompetent idiots? My parents paid a small fortune to have a GPS tracker implanted in my neck. Another five minutes and that jerk would have raped me and then my father would have made sure you both lost your jobs.”

A few minutes after the young heiress was escorted by a special victim’s detective from the room in which she had been held captive, the officer who had untied the girl leaned over and whispered into his partner’s ear, “I kinda wish we’d have waited another five minutes before we breached this place.”


Written for this week’s What Do You See? Prompt from Sadje at Keep it Alive. Photo credit: Adrien King at Unsplash.