Something Silly

Prunella was not happy, she had been saving her money for months.  A penny here and a pound there.  Gradually filling her terramundi, feeling the weight grow every time she added more change.

Prue had always been a saver, even from before her birth when Grandad had set up a savings account for her.  She loved saving, especially when she had something to save for.

This had been the single most important thing that she had ever saved for.

The day had come and Prue had smashed open the ceramic globe.  She had counted up the money, making neat piles.  She knew exactly how much the gift cost and, as she counted, she smiled.  There was enough, just enough.  Phew.

Prue got her Daddy to take her to the shop, they walked because the shop was on their street.  Prue walked past the shop every day with Mummy and Mummy looked at the jewellery box in the window.  She told Prue about the box she’d had when she was a girl.

Prue had been determined.  She had saved like never before, she had been so careful with every penny.

However careful she had been, there was one thing that she had not planned for.

The shopkeeper had shaken his head and looked sadly at the the little girl.  “I am so sorry,” he had said to her Daddy, “I sold it yesterday.  If only I had known, I would have put it on one side.  I would have kept it for you Mr Dent.”

Prue walked home, crying.  Next time she would have to be even more careful with her money.  Even more Prue Dent.

 

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What does it mean?

Alex awoke

There was light, there was noise, there was air

She was alive – seeing, hearing, breathing – these were things that living people did

Awake and alive but … …

But nothing made sense

Alex slept

Her family watched and waited

And waited

They didn’t understand the medical jargon

They didn’t understand how the accident had happened

They couldn’t see the future

One word resonated – meaningless

 

A short story

She’d been looking forward to the party all week.

She’d bought a new dress and shoes.

She’d been to the hairdressers, even had her nails done.

She’d shaved her legs in anticipation.

She’d booked a taxi so that she could drink.

She’d arrived at exactly the right time, handed over the gift, and kissed the birthday girl.

She’d danced, had a glass or two of wine, and danced some more.

She’d danced some more and flirted a little.

She requested ‘automatic’by Prince and she could hear it playing.

He’d liked the look of her in the low cut dress.

He’d enjoyed the dancing and the flirting.

He’d suggested they go outside for some fresh air.

He’d kissed her and moved his hands across her body.

He’d been angry when she said no, when she’d asked him to stop.

He’d put his hands around her throat.

He’d gone back inside as Prince started to sing.

She drew her last breath.

The Palladian Bridge

She stood in silence, gazing out over the frozen lake.  Her satin gown rippled as the wind shifted around her fragile frame.  Her crystal encrusted slippers, once the envy of so many, were covered in mud. Her hair, so prettily dressed for the ball, blew about her face, the ribbons hanging in tatters.

Why didn’t he come?  The note had been clear, declaring his love, begging for a few moments alone with her.  So where was he?

Hearing a voice she half turned, but it wasn’t Giles.  She turned her face back to the lake, no-one should see her tears.  Confused, she listened to the voice behind her.  The words seemed odd.  Turning now she realised that the entire group of people standing on the bridge, her bridge, seemed odd.  Their clothes were like nothing she had seen before and their hair, worn so short, even the women.  She spoke, ordering them to leave her father’s property, but her voice was weak, her words taken by the wind.

They were listening to one man and she fought to concentrate, to listen too.  He was close but she could only make out scraps of what he said … ‘eldest daughter … lover … meeting place … father caught him … duel … so sad … ‘ and she remembered why Giles hadn’t come, would never come, he was dead.

“So she killed herself, jumped off this very bridge and drowned.  They say her final scream was heard all the way up at the house and her father came out in time to see her crossing the cascades from this lake to the other.  They never found a body.  They say she walks. Walks in her white satin ball gown, waiting for Giles.  Never seen her myself.”

She jumped.  Jumped as she did every day.  Jumped into the icy water.  Crying out in her despair.  Crying out as she crossed the cascades and sank into the cold, cold waters of the deep, dark lake.

Standing with the group, listening to the guide, I thought I heard a splash.  Even though the sun shone warmly across the lake, I felt a  shiver run down my spine.

 

I had not written a piece of fiction for about 3 months – a different daily prompt gave me the idea – but now – I feel successful 🙂