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. 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 to read it and add a few encouraging words.

This month the words/prompts are supplied by Sandi and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. I will forgive this 

2. Let me help 

3. Tomorrow you'll see 

4. How will I know it's you? 

5. You will 

and/or: 

1. Those chains will break 

2. Tell me 

3. It's a lie 

4. Tomorrow 

5. Again

also: a short video clip from the TV series Battlestar Galactica which I have not used.

Here is my story: total fiction, not a true story

He cracked his little whip so close the tip streaked across her bare toes, drawing blood. She flinched away as far as the chains allowed. “I will forgive this’” he said, pointing at the crumbs in the corner “if you tell me the truth.” “I can’t reach that far,” she whispered. “That’s a lie!” he bellowed. “It’s a lie,” he sneered again as he gripped her chin and forced her to face him. “Tell me why those crumbs are still there, your one job was to clean the floor today!” ‘Please,” she pleaded, “I can’t reach that far, the broom is too short.” He handed her the broom. “Prove it!” She stepped as far as the chains allowed and swiped with the broom. It did not reach the corner where the crumbs had rolled. He could not see the sparkling sink, the clean table, the tidy shelf, all he could see were the crumbs in the corner. Disgusted with what he saw as filth he lashed at her again and again with the short riding crop. A hundred or more tiny cuts appeared on her skin, most new, some old and half healed were reopened. He ordered her into the pine green tiled corner that served as a bathroom and threw salty water over her to wash away the blood. The sting made her scream and briefly, he smiled. “Tomorrow,” he said, I will bring a longer broom and you will try again. You WILL learn to keep a clean house!”

He stormed out and slammed the door, bolting it from the outside. She sank into the bloody puddle on the tiles and cried until no more tears came. There would be no food again tonight. She had failed again. Eight months now she had been chained to the beam running across the ceiling. Food was withheld every time she displeased him. She wondered again why he had kidnapped her. He claimed she was his daughter, yet there was no love such as a father might show. She looked down at her ruined body, scabbed and scarred, skin and bone, she could only imagine the awful tangle of her hair, he allowed no mirror, no comb, no clothes. She closed her eyes and hoped for sleep to come quickly.

Watching from high above, God called Peter to join him. “This can’t go on,” he said. “The man goes to church, he goes to confession, and still the chains and whippings continue. Send a message to Lucifer and prepare Mary for a new arrival. I will go down tonight and speak to the girl as she sleeps.” Peter left to do his bidding and God slipped over the golden railing of the Observation Deck. Reaching the locked room he simply floated through the door and appeared to the girl as in a dream. “Let me help you,” he said, “and those chains will break.” “How can you help me?” she asked. “This is just a dream.” “Look into my eyes,” God said. “I am God.” “How will I know it is really you if this is just a dream?” she said. “You will know,” said God, "if you accept my help. Tomorrow you will see a bright new life, in Heaven. Will you accept my help?” “Yes,” she whispered. God touched her gently and withdrew her soul, carrying her up through the clouds, leaving behind the poor broken body.

Having received the message, Lucifer grinned his most evil grin as he took over that empty body and waited for the man to arrive back at the room.