WE DRINK INSPIRATION – SHORT STORY PROMPT #004
The challenge this week is to weave the following words – either one, or a combination of all – into your tale and show us what you can accomplish.
She was beautiful exiting the truck with the sithurism announcing her arrival to the open field. I was busy removing items from the back of the truck but noticed that Mary had stopped. She stood just beyond the opened door staring out in the distance.
“What you looking at,” I asked her, coming to stand beside my childhood friend.
“Them,” she said.
I turned but saw no one. “Them who?”
“I’m not sure.” A slight frown crossed her face.
Mary had the sight; seeing what others couldn’t. She wasn’t born this way; in fact she was just as normal as any other five year old girl, until that day.
Her Papa warned us not to play in the barn without him. “It’s a dangerous place for children.” But we loved his horse Mate and wanted to feed it a carrot. I had opened its gate so we could go in but Mary got excited and rushed inside. She must have scared the poor animal because it reared up and kicked her in the head. I was so scared but I ran to find her Papa.
The doctors said that Mary had to sleep for a long time. I wanted to sit with her but our parent’s wouldn’t allow me. Two weeks later they woke her, but after her time on the other side, she wasn’t the same. Mary had changed, she was different. For years I tried, but I didn’t know how to get my friend back.
“There’s no time,” she told me one night while we lay awake in our beds. She had called me out of the blue wanting to talk. “You need to know.”
We were no longer best friend, she had become the strange girl in school telling people about their past and future. I was the football star with a bright future. “Not this again.”
“You need to know Marvin.”
I sighed, I still liked when she called me Marvin.“Okay, so what do you mean there is no time.” I looked at the clock on the wall. “It’s midnight.”
“No silly I mean Time, Time.” She said Time was like a ribbon enclosed in on it’s self. What we think of as the past could also be our future, it's all relative. “It’s like I’m going through a Vagary,” she told me.
I had asked her years ago what it was like to see the future, but she told me it wasn’t time for me to know. “Why tell me this now,” I asked.
“Because something will happen that will change the course of your life.”
“How could you know that?”
“I just do,” she said matter-of-factly and hung up.
The next day I was in a car accident, my leg scattered leaving me with no hope of ever playing football again. No one cared now that I couldn't play football. No one but Mary, she sat with me daily. That’s when our friendship rekindled, and she revealed seeing the future/past/ present all at once.
“Just there, “Mary said pointing to a spot in the middle of the open field. I looked but I only saw the emptiness. I will never see what Mary saw in her visions.
“Tell me what you see Mary.” I never touched her while she was in a trance. I gazed into her normally brown eyes that sparkled caramel in the noonday sun, her beautiful face flaccid. Basorexia always came over me when she was like this, yet I fought the feeling.
“I see a man and a woman,” she said in her trance voice.
“What are they doing?”
She turned to me with apodyopsis laced in her eyes, and my nature rose. She came and kissed me with a passion I’ve never felt before. When she pulled away, a warm smile graced her face.
I asked again, feeling flushed. “So what were they doing?”
“ You’re shaving my face in this field.”
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