Two Months of Writing Prompts: Day Four
August 18, 2013 Leave a comment
I was on a roll today and ended up finishing several of the prompts that I’d gotten behind on! Yes, I know! I’m cheating and posting the date it “publishes” on the date I should have posted, and again I say you can all sue me 😉 Here soon I’ll be caught up! Just in time for the weekend my husband and I go to a convention, and then I’ll be behind again! Yay! Anyways, for anyone that would like to prompt along, you can find the list I made here. It is Facebook, so you’ll have to be logged in to read it, but I believe I made the note public, so you should be able to read it, even if you aren’t a facebook friend.
Now for the prompt!
Write a short scene where one character reduces another to uncontrollable sobs without touching him or speaking.
She looked out the window at the hazy glow of city lights in the night sky. It obscured all but the brightest of stars, suffocating them so that thousands of humans could see the sidewalks. It was a time of night when their ancestors would have been cowering in their caves, for fear of being eaten by bears.
The street lamp was the only light illuminating her face as she sat in her armchair, wearing a baby-blue robe that was made of a fluffy cotton material. Perfect to warm a body on a cold night. A worn white t-shirt peeked out from under the robe, and a pair of cream and brown plaid pajama pants covered her legs that were relaxed and separate from each other. Her arms rested gently on the arms of the chair, and her head was tilted ever so slightly to her left, as if pondering some mystery.
The squeaking of floor boards can be heard down the hall as a larger body drags slippered feet towards the room. She sits, unmoving, as if she’s heard the sound every day for many years and it has become as normal a sound as her own heartbeat. A man wearing a darker blue robe of similar style shuffles into the room, rubbing puffy eyes. His mouth gapes open for a moment taking in the air and expelling it in a deep yawn. With sleepy eyes he takes in the sight of the woman and mumbles something to her quietly, as if there were others in the night to disturb.
She doesn’t respond, doesn’t even twitch. He asks again, a little louder as his eyes get a little tense around the edges. Still, she doesn’t answer. His brow furrows into a single line, his breathing becoming labored. He steps up to her side, touches her shoulder, grasps it and shakes a little.
Her body slides to the left a little, her head now laying on her arm, eyes unmoving. He jumps back, as if burned by her skin, but she’s cold, so cold. She continues to stare out the window, a small tear of blood escaping one eye and making a small path past the curve between her lip and her nose.
He kneels at her side now, hands hovering over her hands, knees, head, but not touching. Not daring to touch. Afraid of feeling the woodenness of her limbs. Fingers begin to shake, an uncontrollable tremor of devastating magnitude. The physical manifestation of a life suddenly crumbled to rubble. Tears begin to roll down his cheeks. A deluge of pain. A flood of agony. He clenches perfectly strait teeth, but it is an inadequate barrier to keep the demons of loss from escaping. It slowly builds, a small moan, a modest rumble, a firm growl, a piercing howl.
He curls up at her feet, holding his legs in close to his body. His face is wet, with his breath coming in short bursts of pain as his gut turns into a solid block of nothing. He rests his head on her knee, and closes his eyes. The sound of his grief and his body is wracked with sobs, fills the room.