Flight – #writephoto

Sue’s Prompt for #WritePhoto this week.

Part one of Becca And Jack’s story – here

Becca lay in bed gazing out of the window.

A week or so had passed since she had been rescued.

Jack had been an angel, honestly. He’d taken time off work to look after her and had been amazing, tending to her every need.

And now she was starting to feel stronger. Strong enough to go out for a walk, or a hobble with her crutches, to get some fresh air, and to clear the stifling vibes that had been building up inside.

He meant well, really he did, but from the moment she woke up, until the second her eyes closed, he was there.

This morning he was pacing, she knew there was something he wanted to say, and in the end he did.

“Who were you going to meet, that day?”

She had genuinely been going for a walk the day she inadvertently slipped down a tunnel and got trapped in a tunnel for a few days. It had been because of him that she had needed to escape the house.

The constant questioning and suspicion had got all too much and she needed to think.

To clear her mind.

Usually she would have been rather meek in her response, bumbling some story to prove her whereabouts, but after four days trapped in that tunnel, some sort of resolve had built up inside.

“For goodness sake Jack, I was out for a walk! I tripped I fell. Isn’t it punishment enough, that I was trapped for days, with an injury, without you making it all about you?”

Jack sat, slightly shell-shocked. Becca had never answered him back before.

“Right, well, I’ll just go and make a cuppa…” He left the room.

But only for a few moments.

Becca knew.

Looking out of the window, she watched the beautiful Kite soaring over the rooftops. Not far behind her was another. Imagining the first bird to be like her and the other to be like Jack, she thought “See, they never leave us alone. Always there, following us, checking up on us…”

A quiet knock at the door heralded the entry of her Jack, tray set with two cups of tea and a plate of biscuits.

See? He just can’t leave me alone…

#writephoto

 

 

 

WRITESPIRATION #122 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 26 – Toast

Sacha’s come up with another corker this week for our 52 word challenge on the #Writespiration prompt!

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

And the prompt is TOAST!

Toast, White Bread, Slices Of Toast

Image from Pixabay

They’ve placed me in this torturous device.
It felt strangely secure initially, but no more.
I can feel my outside starting to tighten…
Please! No! Oh how I long for my softness to reappear!
He’s waiting for me, Torturer…
POP!
Waiting with the knife and butter, he smirks and says, “You’re Toast!”

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To take part, click here!

WRITESPIRATION #121 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 25

Sacha’s back with another of her #Writespiration prompts!

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

And the prompt this week…

Your story from the point of view of Death personified.

Skull, Grim Reaper, Wallpaper

Image from Pixabay

It ain’t easy, you know, being the bearer of bad news.
And that’s ALL my job is about.
First off, I can’t stand the heat!
Not only do I live near a furnace, but I melt in these robes!
Secondly, I’m a softy at heart.
Thank God they don’t see my tears…

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Writespiration #120 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 24

Sacha’s #writespiration prompt today.

The blood curdling phone call in the middle of the night.

 

The telephone shrilled in the middle of the night.
Glancing at the clock, Tina harrumphed.
Bloody phone call at 3.24am.
Dragging herself out of bed, she cursed at not putting her mobile on the bedside table.
“Hello…”
“Mrs Peters? This is DI Jones. It’s about your son, David.”
The world went black.

 

As a mother, and true family person, I don’t know what could be more blood curdling for me, than to get a phone call in the middle of the night about one of my loved ones.

In fact I dread the phone ringing late at night or early morning, because I know, 90% of the time,  it will be something bad… side effects of a big family.

Lots of joy, but many more opportunities for sad or devastating news too…


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Thursday photo prompt: Derelict #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week.

“Full of potential, so it says. Rustic.  Close to nature.  Compact.  Minimalistic in a traditional way. That’s what the message says.”
John read back the details that the estate agent had sent him. Then looked up at the property.
Now he knew why the guy hadn’t sent a photo. He should have waited a few more days, but Lucy was obsessed with them getting this ‘country weekend home’ sooner rather than later and she was convinced that any properties worth having were snapped up straight away
“Potentially full of damp. Rusty. Nature’s taken over. Shoebox. No plumbing or amenities. That’s what it should have read! Seriously Lucy, let’s just get back in the car and head back. It’s not even wor-“ He stopped.
Oh dear God, he knew that look. Lucy was staring at the ramshackle cottage with a look of pure love.
“Oh Johnny, it’s perfect! Think of what we could do to this place!” She turned to give him the puppy dog eyes… and he had never been able to resist that look…
He felt his wallet lighten with every step towards the building…

#writephoto

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