The prompt is 'give it back' and here it is:
"Give it back!!" a small child was screaming at the top of her six year old lungs.
"Ha-ha, baby wants her dolly!" an older boy teased in a sing-song voice. His eyes were blue.
"Give her back to me!!" the girl stomped her foot and began to ran around the large dinner table, tears still in her eyes.
The boy ran around the table as she gave chase and he laughed until he fled the dining room and ran up the stairs. His legs were long.
The girl followed as expected, taking more of a time with the stairs as she climbed. Along the way she found her doll's torn dress. She clenched it in her fist and screamed in rage, bursting up the stairs after him as fast as she could.
Once upstairs, the girl listened for any noise. Finally something shuffled in his room and she knew she had him cornered. The girl ran into the room and his hands were strong.
—
"Give it back to me," a woman threatened. Her voice was calm and dark.
"We were just kids—" He was backed against a wall, voice strained and weak.
Thirty years later and the once-twenty year old by was now fifty, the once-six year old girl now the antagonist. The once-six year old girl died in this very room and all that stood was a hollow shell of a woman with a gun, unable to find what was taken from her thirty years ago.
"Give it back to me!!" She screamed with a rage that grew in her for thirty years. Her finger was on the trigger.
He still lived in the same house and the walls were framed of pictures of his children and his pretty wife that didn't look a bit like the woman that now stood over him.
"Look, I can pay you anything—"
"You took everything away from me! You ruined me!! I'm nothing like anyone! You ruined everything about me!! Give it back!" She knew he couldn't give her what she asked and her mind was made up.
"It's been thirty years! There's counseling and support groups and.." he was grasping for straws but he saw in the woman that it was too late.
The woman put the gun to her head and the noise was loud.
"Ha-ha, baby wants her dolly!" an older boy teased in a sing-song voice. His eyes were blue.
"Give her back to me!!" the girl stomped her foot and began to ran around the large dinner table, tears still in her eyes.
The boy ran around the table as she gave chase and he laughed until he fled the dining room and ran up the stairs. His legs were long.
The girl followed as expected, taking more of a time with the stairs as she climbed. Along the way she found her doll's torn dress. She clenched it in her fist and screamed in rage, bursting up the stairs after him as fast as she could.
Once upstairs, the girl listened for any noise. Finally something shuffled in his room and she knew she had him cornered. The girl ran into the room and his hands were strong.
—
"Give it back to me," a woman threatened. Her voice was calm and dark.
"We were just kids—" He was backed against a wall, voice strained and weak.
Thirty years later and the once-twenty year old by was now fifty, the once-six year old girl now the antagonist. The once-six year old girl died in this very room and all that stood was a hollow shell of a woman with a gun, unable to find what was taken from her thirty years ago.
"Give it back to me!!" She screamed with a rage that grew in her for thirty years. Her finger was on the trigger.
He still lived in the same house and the walls were framed of pictures of his children and his pretty wife that didn't look a bit like the woman that now stood over him.
"Look, I can pay you anything—"
"You took everything away from me! You ruined me!! I'm nothing like anyone! You ruined everything about me!! Give it back!" She knew he couldn't give her what she asked and her mind was made up.
"It's been thirty years! There's counseling and support groups and.." he was grasping for straws but he saw in the woman that it was too late.
The woman put the gun to her head and the noise was loud.
She shot herself??? I expected her to shoot him. Omg! Can I go kill him, now?
ReplyDeleteI can't really be sure I will. Haha. It's a burst of the moment sort of thing, you know? It leaves a huge "what if" at the end of it.
ReplyDeleteWow .. o_0 *is speechless* I always love your writing. XD
ReplyDeleteWow. There are no other words.
ReplyDelete@everyone: wow! Thank you. :O The comments on this definitely keeps me focused to prepare more for prose than poetry.
ReplyDelete