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Challenge of the Week CCXXVI
You wake up in what looks to be a barn, sore & confused. You remember scattered details leading up to this moment, vaguely. What you do remember is seeing your (newly- married) mother or father’s significant other approach the vehicle that you were thrown into, as you were blind folded & injected with something that instantly put you to sleep. Panicking, you have no idea if your Mother/ father is facing the same fate. Now what? How did you escape? What was the significant other’s involvement & reason behind their actions? Is this driven by a serious motive in their eyes or are they just psychotic & doing it for the thrill? Happy ending, tragic ending or everything in between… the choice is yours. The more detail, the better! Short stories, please. Let’s see what everyone comes up with… And go! Prose. will stuff $25 in the digital pocket of the winner. Challenge idea is from Amanda B. Jaworski. Thanks, Amanda!
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Shutting the Barn Door

From my peep hole in Mamma's belly button I could see the ocean of light within a dark circular surround. I'd like to think she has her bikini on and we're going to the beach. The one with the hillside and the swings and the thrilling slide. I love the homey sound of the water, the sifting gold of the sand, the windblown seagulls... Through this periscopic lens I can catch glimpses, every day, of my future, that which I am destined to forget. It usually happens at dawn and at twilight. The curtain lifts, and my peak into the outside involves mostly a view to and from the bed. It's dim and quiet, much like the womb I'm in. Except when we go into the water! Then my little room becomes an apartment. But today is different. The pattern is off. this is not the locker room. There's a man all dressed up in white. Ugh I hope that's not Dadda.  I'm starting to feel really lightheaded. It's scalding bright, and I hear clicking noises to the left and right, some clanking, and a persistent monotoned dialogue of voices I don't recognize. Whatever's coming through the placenta tastes bitter and I'm getting drowsy. I'm going to take a nap. Then I think I'll practice swimming again with Mamma when she gets up.

05.31.2023

Newly married Mother & Significant Other Barn Burning CotW CCXXVI

@Prose (Thanks Amanda B. Jaworski for the Challenge Prompt!)

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