Tom walked down the drab street. He’d always been curious about the solid brick wall here. A link back to this area’s more affluent past? Yet, he’d never noticed before halfway along the wall was a bright white brick. How strange! He glanced around to check no-one was about and then gave the white brick a prod, then jumped back. It had felt like it had moved, no not moved, vibrated below his hand. What the?.. He pushed again and one-by-one the bricks moved to reveal a perfect doorway, through which he could see manicured gardens.
She watched the young couple walk through the woods. She could feel their new love tingle in the air like static, fresh and exciting. She followed them, unseen, unheard, as always. Finally, they stopped.
“This is the place.” He stepped back and swept his arms widely to indicate the trees in the forest.
“What?” she asked, confused.
“This is where I shall build our future home. The builders start tomorrow.”
The wood nymph felt her fury rise, and when the lightning struck the woodland, she felt only sorrow for the plants and trees, but she would heal those later.
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows the scene of a forest. One can see a couple walking in the distance through the hazy fog.
Ally stood in the workshop and stared at the racks of tools and equipment. She’d managed to pack the bedroom, even when she cuddled into his beloved checked shirts. She’d sorted the kitchen cupboard, even when she came across his favourite mug. Even the bathroom, when she’d caught the scent of his favourite aftershave. But the workshop was different. It was truly his space. She let the tears flow freely as she lifted the first cardboard box. The workshop was the chink in her armour and once the hole was established, her grief poured endlessly. God, she missed him.
Haggle with the headstrong marketers who ran the place.
Bring something back to provide for my family for the month.
Our budget was small and our needs great.
But the market was our best bet.
I yawned with the exhaustion of the early start, yearning for the break in the trees that signified the harbour would soon be in sight. Still, it would be worth it.
I would do anything for a happy, healthy family.
Deb, over at Nope, Not Pam, has this weekly challenge called A Letter a Week. The only rule is that you use the letter of the week … anyway you want. She also supports the prompt with a place, an emotion, an adjective, a verb, and an animal all starting with the same letter, should you wish to use them. Then she asks us to write a post with the letter she has given us, which this week is the letter H. I have combined Deb’s post with Sadje’s WDYS Prompt – #135, using the image above to inspire the tale.
He walked from the room, and she grabbed the closest thing to hand, throwing it at the door. He had not even glanced back as he walked away. The glass shattering forced her into action, she moved across the room and begin picking up the fragile pieces. Only one ragged piece remained large enough to see her glazed expression. The reflection taunted her, ganging up on her with the persistent voice that was in her head. Had she been good enough?
Gaaaaaahhh! She screamed aloud to no one. Actually, the scream felt great. She felt she was gaining control. Time to re-evaluate her taste in guys, this was the last one that would take her for granted!