Friday, 24 May 2013

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - CRY FOR HELP - MY 100 WORDS - by LINDA PALUND


CRY FOR HELP

            He had one huge hand around my throat, the other tore open my blouse. Intent on pulling my shorts down, he was oblivious to my clawing and scratching.
            Finally, he made the mistake of trying to kiss me.  I bit his disgusting lip and twisted away.
            Up on my feet, I ran screaming toward the phone box I remembered passing, hearing him close behind me, spitting the blood from his mouth.
            My fault for running so late? Running alone?
            The goddamn phone box was broken.  Then I picked up the rock.

            It’s not my fault his skull cracked so easily.

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10 comments:

  1. Dear Linda,
    Must've been a big rock. I'd call it justifiable skull cracking and a good read.
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

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  2. Thanks, Rochelle, Recovering from life, I am going to try to keep writing again again again. Life keeps throwing huge rocks - just like that one, in my path.

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  3. Good for her and no, not her fault. I hope you're able to dodge those rocks in your path!

    janet

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    1. Thanks. I am running as fast as I can!

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  4. Well written. Fear oozes of the words, darling.

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  5. Thank you. Glad it worked that way.

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  6. Maybe you could have strangled him with the phone cord too? Nice scary tale!

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  7. See? That's why yours are so great! You use everything!

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  8. Thank heaven for rocks. Her fear and fight were both palpable. Well done.

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