Wednesday's Words on a Friday

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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.