FOWC: Floor

“What is your emergency please” 

“It’s my wife, please you have to help me, I think she’s killed herself” 

“What is your emergency please”

“It’s my wife, please you have to help me, I think she’s killed herself”

Inspector Babbage had been 5 minutes away and took the call; he hated attending suicides, they were worse than murders in his opinion because he couldn’t do anything. At least with a murder you could give some comfort to the family when you caught the one responsible..

He stepped out of his car and turned up his collar against the biting wind, Christ it was cold! The front door of number 86 was already open, apparently the paramedics had beaten him to it. He walked in, grateful for the warmth of the central heating. The hall led to a large living room with a beamed ceiling; the Inspector was greeted by the site of a man in a dark suit, bent almost double on a leather sofa, with his arms clasped around his knees, he was obviously crying. Turning around, he saw the reason for the man’s distress; a young woman was hanging from one of the beams, her eyes bulging and her tongue protruding from her mouth..

“Can we take her down Sir” asked one of the paramedics quietly  “She’s gone I’m afraid, nothing we can do”

“Can you just give me a few minutes lads”

There was very little doubt about what had happened but Inspector Babbage was one for dotting his i’s and he wanted to be sure that nothing had been missed, just in case.

He wandered over to the grieving man and sat down beside him on the sofa

“I’m very sorry for your loss Sir, is there anything I can get you? Anyone I can call”

The man raised his head slowly and look at the Inspector, he was disoriented and obviously traumatised by his gruesome discovery.

“I…..no….thank you…..yes….a brandy maybe, there’s some over there on the side”

Babbage poured the drink, taking in the expensive crystal glasses and the half empty bottle.

“‘lo”

The Inspector turned when he heard the little voice behind him, there was a little boy rubbing sleep from his eyes and clutching an obviously much loved teddy. Where had he come from? He glanced over to the paramedics, hoping one of them would come forward and take the child into another room but they seemed as stunned as he was…

“Why mummy up there?” a tiny hand pointed upwards, the boy had no fear on his face, only mild curiosity

“It’s OK son, why don’t you come with me” Babbage wanted to get the child away from the terrible scene as quickly as possible.

“Mummy fly up there?” He seemed disinclined to move and Babbage was reluctant to move him bodily. What the hell could he say to a question like that? He tried to find words to distract the little boy but they just wouldn’t come.

“On floor, up in sky, Mummy fly” the child chuckled

Babbage knelt down

“Mummy was on the floor?” he held the boy gently, a hand on each shoulder, and looked into his face

“Yes. Mummy on floor with Daddy, he give special cuddle”

Babbage looked over at the husband, he was half rising from his seat…

“Sit” The man sat back down and resumed his previous posture of head in hands, shoulders slumped

The Inspector turned back to the child

“A special cuddle?” he asked

“Yes, like this” The little boy put his hands around his own tiny throat and smiled, proud of himself.

Sergeant Anand  had just  arrived, having received a call minutes earlier from his boss ,as he walked into the room he quickly took in the strange scene before him. His normally bombastic inspector kneeling on the floor talking gently to a young boy, the hanging body of a woman, two paramedics looking dazed and a man in a suit looking……well, guilty.

“Arrest that man Sergeant” Babbage barked out his order

“For what Sir” This was suicide wasn’t it?

“Murder Sergeant, murder” Babbage knew that he could bring no comfort with this capture and he had to resist the urge to take this poor child into his arms

“And call social services, Anand, someone will have to take care of this poor little blighter”

Written in response to another of Fandago’s inspiring one word prompts

Lisa x

 

 

FOWC: Pending

Mark sat staring at the letter, wishing he could share the contents with someone but he knew it was impossible. he couldn’t tell, not yet. These few, short sentences could change his life forever; reading them over again he couldn’t suppress a squeal of delight, finally he had achieved something worthwhile. He couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction when he thought about the look on his brother’s face when he shared the news with him; the black sheep at last coming good..

Mark sat staring at the letter, wishing he could share the contents with someone but he knew it was impossible. he couldn’t tell, not yet. These few, short sentences could change his life forever; reading them over again he couldn’t suppress a squeal of delight, finally he had achieved something worthwhile. He couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction when he thought about the look on his brother’s face when he shared the news with him; the black sheep at last coming good..

Mark had always played second fiddle to his younger brother Michael; he didn’t have his looks, charm, charisma, intelligence, wealth, confidence….Next to Michael he was, well, ordinary. He knew he shouldn’t complain and he really did love his little brother, he was just tired of living in his shadow but now he had the opportunity to step out into the light. After years spent slaving over coding and calculations, spending most of his meager salary on business courses and motivational seminars, he had managed to develop an App that he knew would revolutionise the fitness industry..

He had suffered for this, his route to wealth and success; Gina, his wife, had left him 6 months ago, sick to death of his obsession with the App and of living her life pretty much alone. He hadn’t had a holiday in 5 years, he had few friends and even his dog had gone to live with Gina because, as she said, he didn’t have the time to take care of it…

However, he could forget all that now, he was on his way! He sipped at the glass of wine by his side and sighed with contentment. He didn’t usually drink as alcohol was a luxury and he would usually waste money on luxuries when he could invest it in his dream but this was a special occasion so he’d splashed out £5.99 on a bottle of red

‘Hmm nice’ he thought to himself ‘maybe it will be champagne next time’

Marks’ thoughts drifted back to his little brother. He’d so wanted to tell him everything last month when he came over to visit but he’d held it all in, it would be worth to see the surprise on his face when he make the big announcement. Strangely it was Michael who had first given him the idea for the App; he owned a well-known chain of gyms and was always telling Mark about the ‘fat birds’ who paid a fortune to his trainers to help them shed their unwanted pounds. Michael had explained that the trainers gave the desperate women a programme that would help them burn off calories and a diet sheet that would make sure they didn’t eat more than they burnt off..

Mark had actually felt a bit sorry for the women, although he didn’t have the guts to say so to Michael; they were paying almost £200 a month and for what? Someone to tell them when to move and what to eat, surely he could come up with a cheaper solution..and that was when he had the idea for the App. There was nothing else like it on the market, he honestly believed it would change the fitness industry for good

“I’m going to be rich” he stood up and whirled around like a child, clutching his letter and grinning like a maniac

“MC Fatbuster” he said the words out loud “Mark Cain my man, you are going to be famous”

He wasn’t sure about the name, using his initials felt a bit like blowing his own trumpet but the marketing guy he’d hired (at £200 an hour, he still shuddered at the thought), had insisted that the name was perfect so he’d gone with it.

Sitting back down to take another sip of his wine and enjoy his solitary celebration, he switched on the TV.

‘Oh God not again’

It was another one of his brother’s adverts. Not short on confidence or attitude, Michael always fronted his own ad campaigns and his handsome face filled the screen.

“MC Gyms are sharing something new today and I’m telling you, you will love it!”

‘What now’ thought Mark ‘has he found another way to pry cash out of fat women’s fingers’

With a huge ‘taa daah’ his TV screen lit up with a blue and gold logo and the words:

“MC Fatbuster”

His brother’s voice rang out loud and clear

“We bring you the Michael Cain Fatbuster App….”

That was when Mark turned the TV off and looked back at his letter, it said patent pending

This little story was inspired by Fandango and his one word prompt – I absolutely love them! Why not have a go yourself ;O)

Lisa x

#FOWC: Advanced

The war had been raging on for more than a century; a country, once a bastion of hope and promise was slowly but surely being destroyed. It’s vast territories were becoming increasingly uninhabitable as bombs tore apart the earth, the chemicals contained within poisoning every living thing within minutes.

The war had been raging on for more than a century; a country, once a bastion of hope and promise was slowly but surely being destroyed. It’s vast territories were becoming increasingly uninhabitable as bombs tore apart the earth, the chemicals contained within poisoning every living thing within minutes. Millions had lost their homes and many resorted to savagery just to survive; there was no help offered to the homeless or the starving. The concept of family had long since been abandoned, there was now loyalty only to the Crown or the State….

aftermathA decrepit and filthy old man had crawled into the basement of what had once been a famous apartment store; he faintly remembered the opulence and the tantalising aroma in the great food halls. His stomach growled pathetically, it was many days since he had eaten and he knew that, if he didn’t find food soon he would perish as so many loved ones had perished before him. He had lived for 115 years and was one of the very few who could recollect the time before the war….

The State had ruled. Officials were elected by the people and, after a certain time in office, they were replaced by others who had newer and fresher ideas. This system had worked well for hundreds of years and then one came who had called himself King. Like all the others before him he had been elected; he’d had a power and charisma never seen before and many were quick to follow him. He promised great change; no longer would the country’s great wealth be shared with it’s neighbours, it would be kept and used to create prosperity for all who dwelt within it’s borders….

For a couple of years everything progressed well and the old man could dimly remember having a sense of pride in his country; like others, he enjoyed the wealth and comfort that the new King had delivered. However, things began to change. Families who had lived in his community quite peacefully and happily suddenly began to disappear. At the beginning of the Kings’ reign the borders had been closed to any that couldn’t significantly contribute to the economy, he’d explained that it was for the benefit of the whole population and he was believed. He wanted his people to be protected and insulated from potential intruders into their idyllic world, he said, and they felt secure. Then he wanted to rid the country of anyone who was not at least 2nd generation as they could not possibly have true loyalty and that was when the old man’s neighbours started to disappear…

The King’s power grew and his subjects grew richer but many were no longer content. Their communities were changing and they were losing good friends in the process. People who were 2nd generation were being questioned and forced to take tests to prove that their loyalty lay with the King. The majority were allowed to stay but a great tax was levied upon them, it was felt that they hadn’t been resident long enough to really contribute. There was a whiff of fear in the air….

The tax was eventually expanded to include all 3rd generation families, about half the population. The old man thought that was around the time of The Divide; some grew ever richer and some increasingly poorer, some neighbourhoods flourished in great luxury and some collapsed into slums. The rich paid for trainers and plastic surgeons to keep their youthful looks and their healthy bodies while those on the other side of The Divide succumbed to diseases that were thought long eradicated – rickets, cholera, tuberculosis. It was almost as though the wall that surrounded their entire country had an invisible counterpart; the King’s supporters refused to see and those that were left were too weak to fight…..

101101-F-2185F-234.JPGWas it one year after or two? The old man couldn’t remember, he was so tired now. He could, however, recall the day when the The Divide came crashing down. The State who had once been the King’s supporters could look the other way no longer and they rose up to help those who had been forced into poverty. One side had the fire power that only immense wealth can bring but the other had a fire in their bellies that can only come from oppression and so the war began…

There had been 3 Kings in his life time, each one more ruthless than his predecessor. The State too had changed leaders a number of times and during these transitions their original purpose, to bring the country together once more, seemed to become more and more lost and so the war raged on. The great wall which had once been a sign of security and prosperity was now no different than a prison wall, they were all trapped. Their neighbours would not or could not come to their aid so they were doomed to continue the fight until the money ran out or they were all dead because, it seemed to the old man, that that’s the only way it would end.

He collapsed against a wall, he no longer had the strength to stand, grateful that he had managed to find somewhere peaceful to rest, away from the noise of the fighting. He closed his eyes and thought to himself:

“To think, they once called us the most advanced nation on earth”

He slept.

This short story was inspired by a one word prompt from Fandango who has, once again, set my creative juices flowing so many thanks to him :O)

Lisa x

 

 

 

 

 

#FOWC: Danger

She was rigid with fear, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t understand how someone she loved so much could do something so awful to her. Trapped in a hard leather chair, an overhead light half blinded her and she tried to turn her head away but strong hands gripped her, one either side at her temples.

She was rigid with fear, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t understand how someone she loved so much could do something so awful to her. Trapped in a hard leather chair, an overhead light half blinded her and she tried to turn her head away but strong hands gripped her, one either side at her temples.

“Just try to relax now, it will all be over soon”

The man who’d seemed so kind had donned a mask, it did not hide his smile. His movements were slow and deliberate and his touch almost gentle as he pushed on her shoulder, forcing her back further into the unyielding chair. She could feel cold sweat running, in a single rivulet, down the side of her face and her heart hammered in her chest.

She could hear the sound of metal on metal but couldn’t see the source of the noise; her terror was mounting steadily. It was then that the man in the mask raised his hand, he was holding something that glinted in the harsh light.

“Hold still my dear, we don’t want any mishaps when we’ve only just started”

She could see the light of humour in his eyes…or was it madness? She squeezed her own eyes tightly shut and waited for the inevitable pain.

“There we are, all done, just a clean and a polish today Sarah”

The dentist looked pityingly at her Mother, he could see how hard it had been for her to force her young daughter into that chair and keep her still while he worked. In truth she did feel bad but she knew that it was for her daughter’s own good.

“You see silly, you were never in any danger

This was in response to another of Fandango’s fabulous one word prompts. I seem to have become slightly addicted and they definitely bring out my darker side ;O)

Have a great day all

Lisa

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