Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by me and can be found right here.

This week's words are:

1. suburbia
2. concessions
3. morning
4. process
5. blackness
6. overkill

and/or:

1. instantly
2. matinee
3. regularly
4. whispering
5. kicked
6. height

Here is my story: Part one

Ross sped through ten miles of sleeping suburbia, slowed a little as he turned onto the freeway access, then zipped along the near empty freeway towards the airport. At this hour traffic was minimal, he saw only two other cars, both headed away from the airport. Workers going home, he supposed. Many of the concessions and souvenir stalls closed at midnight, with the rest shutting down at 2am. The morning crews would arrive at 5am and start the whole process up again, ready for the first planes that came in at 6am. 

Thirty minutes later, the blackness of predawn receded before the fireworks effect of bright lights and neon signs. A little overkill for an airport this small,  but at least tourists and new settlers couldn't miss it. Giving directions was easy. Get onto the freeway, head west until you see the lights. 

He'd be too early, but he could use the time to stock up on chocolate and chips from the vending machines.

The phone call two hours earlier had been completely unexpected, but the voice and the plea had roused him instantly. "He's doing it again Uncle Ross, come and get the kids. Please come." A fierce whisper, easily enough heard over the sounds of violence in the background. Jessy was older now, but the voice was the same, he'd known who it was without asking. It had been years since the last plea for help, Jessy would be fifteen now. He'd heard there was a boyfriend named Ben, he'd taken Jessy to the afternoon matinee twice now at the local picture theatre.

Wayne had been doing so well, seeing his psychologist regularly, taking the prescribed medication daily, he'd seemed to be finally settled, the demons that tormented him banished. A year in a lock-down facility had been a breathing space for Madeline and the kids. It had been Jessy who had phoned him that first time too, hiding inside the pantry with the phone, whispering about her Dad screaming that they were all possessed by devils and he had to "save" them.  The twins, Josh and Jeff, only six years old, had been tied to their beds when he got there that time, Wayne had been getting ready to cut the devils out of them when Ross had kicked in the door. 

Back then, he had lived just a few blocks away, now he was in another state altogether, it would take much longer to get to Woody Valley. He hadn't needed to book his flight, the small Southwest National plane was never filled, not too many people went to Woody Valley even in the height of the tourist season. At this time of year Ross might be the only passenger.