A little short story for your Wednesday. Enjoy
The alarm started playing hard rock at 7:05am. Robert hit the off button, wondering why his classical music station had been changed. Maybe it was the cleaner when she was dusting.
Without giving too much away, the person who inspired this knows who she is… Enjoy this little bit of fiction.
A little snippet of something that could be a larger work. I’ve added it to my very long list…. Oh dear. Enjoy.
This short story was entered into a writing competition. It didn’t win, but here it is for you. The topic was ‘The Elephant in the Room,’ and I had to use specific words throughout. The winning entries were wonderful! Here you go.
The rain fell in heavy sheets, soaking Lizzie to the bone until she couldn’t remember what it felt like to be dry. Her gum boots filled with the icy water, driving needles into her skin. The trapped water didn’t warm as she paced around, it just sloshed until her toes were numb and she was sure they had turned black.
I’m back. Mr 10 weeks is sleeping all night, the dreaded pregnancy ‘morning sickness’ went as soon as he entered the World. Now I can focus on getting the stories in my head out.
“How many times do I have to tell you? It’s three, six-minute eggs. Not six, three-minute eggs.” He pushed the silver tray away. “Who in their right might would eat six, three-minute eggs? They wouldn’t even be bloody cooked.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She gathered up the tray in shaking hands. “The cook…”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses, girl. Just get me my breakfast.”
With a snap he flipped open the newspaper and started reading the business section, as she walked backwards out of the room.
“He wouldn’t eat them,” she said in a low voice to her husband, the cook. “He wants three six-minute eggs, but if you cook them that long will it affect the cyanide in the water?”
He shrugged and tipped some more of the poison into the boiling water.
“Only one way to find out.”
I hope everyone has had a wonderful Christmas and holiday season. I thought I might have something festive for you, but this is all that came out. Enjoy!
It was the same route she took every day. Through the children’s park, over the mulched walkway and out onto the road. She was never frightened when she would have to work back and walk home late, the moon high in the sky and the soil soft underfoot. Her friends always told her to look over her shoulder, to watch for the things hiding in the dark.
But they didn’t know what she was capable of. Those that she shared the daylight hours with didn’t know that she was the thing in the dark. She was the monster under the bed.
Of course, she would never tell them, the only people who knew what she was were far away, and the predators who thought they could take advantage of a lonely small woman walking through a park after dark. She might be ‘other’ but she wasn’t a monster, she only killed those that preyed on the weak.
Over the centuries they had called her different things, but tonight the man she left behind in the toilet block, who thought that a rag soaked in chloroform would subdue her, he called her ‘vampire.’