Wednesday's Words on a Friday

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Notice there is no picture here? See above^ (grump grump)


The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

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/prompts are supplied by Lissa and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are:

01. light

02. voice

03. lock

04. hunt

05. laugh 

06. wild

07. simple

08. evanescent 

09. vulnerable

10. frigid


here is my story:

I'd been warned to never turn my back on her, that her moments of sanity were ever more evanescent, though she would "behave" if your eyes were constantly upon her. I had turned away so briefly, to place a cup in the sink, and turned back to be met by a swiftly swung rolling pin. Her eyes were wild, as it connected with my head and I had never felt more vulnerable.

I awoke to find my wrists and ankles tied, and I thrashed along behind as she pulled me along the hallway by my hair. It had seemed such a simple task, to stand in for only one day when her regular carer broke an ankle getting off the bus. This was a child of ten, surely it couldn't be that hard? After all it was only six hours. 

She rolled me over and over to get me through the doorway to a long unused dressing room, the air in there was frigid and smelled bad. Her high, light voice mocked me through the heavy door as she pulled it shut. I heard her laugh as she turned the big, old, iron key in the lock

"Hunt all you like," she said. "There is no other way out but this door. The window is fifteen feet from the floor and barred. My mummy used to lock me in there, so I know."

I pleaded with her through the door, "please at least untie me." I heard the sneer in her voice as she replied. "No. This is your fault. I asked for chocolates for breakfast and you served me cereal. You must be punished."

I knew her father was at one of many appointments trying to get her certified as suitable for Serenity House, where so many others like her were held securely and safely. I hoped he would be successful and arrive home before she had time to work out the new security system holding all the outer doors and windows locked. 


Comments

  1. Oh, this is utterly awesome. Who will go and who will stay? Or die?

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    1. Susan Kane; her father arrives home to rescue the carer.

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  2. Well wrought story. I'm happy not to be that caretaker's assistant.
    Blogger - Legacy and New alike - has problems with the erratic uploading of pictures. It is a "known issue" and they're working at it. If you try several times it suddenly works.

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    1. Charlotte; I tried several times to add the picture, but it wasn't playing nice this time, although it has in the past. The story seems like I could add to it, in time.

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  3. Heartbreaking. And sadly played out (to a greater or lesser extent) in too many places.
    Sigh at blogger's photo issues.
    I do hope that they are resolved. Quickly.

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    1. Elephant's Child; it is heartbreaking when children go wrong, sometimes they are born a bit "off" and get worse as time goes on, like this one.
      I'm very unhappy with blogger right now.

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  4. My heart grieves for that child, and all who are insane or mentally ill in any way. Well told!

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    1. messymimi; I'm sad too, but more for those who live with and around them, since often the children don't realise there is anything wrong.

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  5. Wow, you really surprised me with that rolling pin and then to learn she was a child. Did not see that coming. Sure hope there is a happy ending for both of them.

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    1. Arkansas Patti; sometimes my mind takes a walk on the dark side.There is sort of a happy ending, the carer gets rescued and the child is institutionalised in a safe place.

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  6. Oh my gosh! What a thriller! That makes me want to watch "The Bad Seed" again.

    I had trouble last night with my photos in Old Blogger. A little checking revealed that Google and Gmail were both down. I figured that might have something to do with my problem, since I've had no issues using the Old Blogger until now. I think it was between 12:30 and 2:00 a.m. Central Daylight Time here, on August 20.

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    1. Val; I remember that movie but don't seem to be able to find it anywhere. I'd like to see it again too, so I'll keep looking. what year was it made, do you know?

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    2. It was 1956. I got the DVD on Amazon five or six years ago. Every now and then, I see it on TCM, the Turner Classic Movies channel.

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  7. Good grief, that's not good. Fancy being tied and pulled along by your hair, oh dear.

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    1. Margaret D; thank goodness it's fiction, right?

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  8. Blogger had problems here, also. Patience is the keyword... it works after a while with the pics.

    You made me look up "evanescent"!
    Huhhhhh. I just talked to my Niece. I started with "is someone turning 10 today?" ... HELP!!!
    But she was never locked up (as far as I know).
    She has diabetes 1. Should I serve her chocolate if she asked me???

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    1. Iris Flavia; I had to look up evanescent also. I think your niece is a sensible girl who doesn't run around hitting people. I don't think you should serve her chocolate without asking her parents. Chocolate is a tricky thing and some brands contain far more sugar than others.

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    2. I know, I´m the anxious aunt and always ask her papa!
      By now my Niece gets angry about that even, LOL.

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  9. P.S. I thank you for your comment on my "Mohr"-post. I edited it to make out your point. By golly, how many "princesses" are there around ;-)
    You have to be so darn careful these days, using "#" for certain letters even.

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  10. I enjoyed the make believe story. Extremely visual with the words you used. You write very well. Sorry about blogger. I'm still using Legacy as long as they allow it. It's not that I don't like change, it's that I don't have time to create art every day, photograph it, write it up, and still have time to visit everyone who stops by, which I would rather be doing than learning a new system. If it isn't broken, don't change it is my motto.

    I actually stopped by to tell you I left Iris a reply on her blog about something you wrote. I'd like to repeat it here, although it appears your comment has been removed, or maybe changed:

    Hey Iris, in response to what River said, "NEGROS" do not like to be called that. They prefer BLACK. And "American Indians" don't care for that, either. They are NATIVE AMERICANS and were here when my and many other ancestors arrived on these shores.

    Even our Vice Presidential pick is of Indian descent. She is NOT from Native American descent, but from Indian (as from India) descent. Some might think political correctness goes too far, but words matter and have meaning. Just like BLACK LIVES MATTER.

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    1. Bluebeard and Elizabeth; thank you for dropping in. Thank you for clearing up my comment to Iris, I don't mind being corrected.
      I'm glad you liked my story here today.

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  11. I'm a late arrival....sorry!

    Another well-written, imaginative tale, River....thank you. :)

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