When she woke up dead of the night, two things were out of place: the light in the woodworking shed was on, and her husband's side of the bed was empty, cooling. With a fond smile, she pulled on her dressing gown, a pair of sneakers, and tiptoed into the shed.
“Observe. See the city below us?” “I see pigeons...?”
Her seat felt like needle-pins as she waited. Her husband took her hand, and only then did she notice them trembling.
It was a beautiful day in the garden. Too beautiful, in fact, the heat suffocating in her ruffled tea party dress. Her mother nudged her. “Stop fidgeting, sweetheart.” “But -” “Be a dear and ask the kitchen for lemonade, won’t you?”
One morning, he woke up to the steady thunk-thunk-thunk of a hammer at work. He threw open the curtains. No. Way.
Title: The Despot's Bark Prompt: Tyrant Source: 100 Word Challenge - Thin Spiral Notebook Another silly little diversion I wrote for this challenge, in between my studying sessions. Thankfully (or not), my midterms are almost on me, and after next week it'll all be fine! Hopefully. Until my finals, which show up in May, sadly...… Continue reading 100 Word Challenge – Tyrant
Their footsteps were loud, noisy, as she and her friend scrambled through the forest. Then, he slipped, and fell. “I think - my knee’s -” He’d cut his knee. But they couldn’t stop.