Shoutout to @namaferd for the word prompt! The 20 minutes is from the moment I jot down the first word till I write the last. I’ll sit and consider the theme and the visual imagery for some minutes beforehand.
“911, what’s the emergency?”
The wife taps her foot on the floor. She can’t smile because she fears it’ll show in her voice. “My husband’s passed out. He’s not breathing.”
“Can you do CPR?”
She doesn’t regret feeding her husband the poison, so she lies and answers, “no.”
The call-taker on the other end of the line keeps talking, doing his job to keep his caller calm. It’s proof the wife is faking it perfectly.
“Are you alone?” the call-taker asks.
This time the smile shows in the wife’s voice: “Yes.”
She’s all alone. She’s finally made sure of it.
Got my newest drabble posted on thedrabble.com – go check out the site; it’s great!
By A.R. Frederiksen “I wish they’d just take it,” her mother said. “It can’t be worse, can it?” Julia looked from her coffee cup to the fridge. A myriad of notes, all A4 with no post-its in sight, sat plastered all over the appliance, the lettering dark and big and bold. Too big and too […]
via Making Light of Dark —
She wants to be a model, but she is born into a family of butchers.
At age twenty, she sleeps with a God of Egypt. He reaches up and touches her, bringing her through the nights with whiskers that poke her cheeks. One day, life grows inside of her. She calls him Moses, but one night Mr. Jackal pushes in too hard, and he takes Moses back; Moses will bring no plagues to Egypt. She changes her name to Nefertiti, a Queen of old, believing that this will leave no room for butchers – and yet, she knows, Mr. Jackal stays.
(Inspired by this poem of my own – also, this is a piece of fiction; I’m not out to bash religions or some such nonsense, m’kay? It’s pure creative inspiration, that’s all.)