The seven men forced us and our guide into the cave. It is a miracle none of us got injured with all the shoving. All I could do besides soothing my companion was figure out how to get us out. Label me mad, but I would do just that. I wasn’t about to remain in this stone cage, and with any luck, I’d be a hero. Color me confident; this was my mission! Alas, my feelings were so very short-lived. I kept my grief hidden as I watched the group members, one by one, take a bullet to the head.
It was a normal day, like any other day. Then came the call. Looking at the phone in my hand and seeing the number, choral music from long ago began pulsating in my brain. The powers that be decided today would be the day. I felt the room spin a bit; the beginnings of black edges came into my peripheral vision. Resolved not to remain broken, I answered the call. The church leader’s cracked voice told me the trial would begin in a few days, with me being the star witness. I hung up the call, shaking.
Retribution at last.
**While this writing originated in my brain, it speaks to the eons of sexual abuse endured by children of all ethnicities in churches of all denominations and in the many varieties of cults across the planet.
It was incredibly serene. Even turning the thin page of the bible disturbed the silence. I fought to keep my voice muted, killing the urge until my throat felt numb. I laughed, thinking I deserved a halo, as my mind wanted to orate. Theatrically, my face beamed as I imagined the members filling the pews waiting for a great sermon.
The crack of a twig under my feet made me quiver, almost leaping out of my skin. Realizing it was only debris, my angst disappeared. Exhaling loud sighs, I realized there would only be more empty churches as time passed.
I decided to steal some lavender blooms from the garden for what I anticipate will be a joyous steam bath this afternoon to add to my repertoire of relaxation. Let’s hope I don’t fall asleep in this luxurious tub; I can’t believe my feet fully immerse! There is so much space! Ahhhh!
Yet a creeping sensation of doom entered my brain; I didn’t feel free anymore. I could have sworn I heard the locks of the front door open. It seems silly to be scared, but the last thing I remember is seeing stars and my world fading to black.
It felt like we’d gone through the depths of hell carrying out this quest, our faithful crow flying alongside us. Sadly, we had to throw out most of our possessions. The loss stung a bit. I pushed back the wispy hair from my face pulling together the sheet, once holding everything together. The corn stalks protected us. I cautioned the elder accompanying me to be careful of the thistle plants dotting the field. Soon we’d reach the mountain’s crest, judging by the sun in the sky. But then, a violent tremor caught us off guard, throwing us to the ground.
Oh, Jess, please come here. I’m so, so sorry. I just realized my mistake. First, I should have known you wanted to change the speech. And second, according to the dictionary, now I know you weren’t referring to culture as what’s in a dirty petri dish but rather our society. I’m stupid. What can I say? What else did I get wrong? Seriously, I’m such a fool! I wish I owned a brain that didn’t process so screwy. Then you’d be proud to be my girlfriend rather than time and again be angry with me.
Forgive me, my love. Please?
Drool began to dribble down my chin, making me happy to live in this society. My new robot companion replacement model couldn’t spoil this moment if he tried. I was feeling stimulation on every level. This episode of lust would take a while to subside. His soft body was incredible! The satellite controls were terrific, too, giving me complete control. I stole another glance at his manly features realizing there was nothing ambiguous about him. Just a guess, but I would venture he’d be a better man than a real man!
Oh my! I was going to have some fun!
I was waiting for The Sunday Whirl, but the weekly Wordle didn’t materialize, so I figured I would create my own. I plugged the required number of words into the RandomWordGenerator page, and here’s what it produced.
Drumming the moss, I listened for the sound of where the delicious mushrooms were hiding amidst the sounds of the forest’s peace. I continued to hunt for the main ingredient for dinner for another hour. The mud clung to my boots, caking thick as I walked through some of the small floods topped in parts of the woods. The blooms of colorful flowers will dot the landscape with all this rain we’ve been having. Except by the barns, the land would remain faded, considering the amounts of chemicals spread there.
I strolled home, grinning and grateful. Dinner would be yummy!
The lockdown commenced. I had to cut the door with the arc welder, not using my craft for construction but rather for destruction. The sparks bit into my flesh, leaving burn trails blistering on my fingers. But it was a worse danger trapped here behind glass and steel.
Gathering my might, I punched out the square etched in the door. I wouldn’t condone the murder of innocent people. It was time to disrupt “The Hunt“ the psychopaths organized annually. They thought it fun to watch the challenge of people attempting to escape only to suffer and die trying.
Not today.
I began to shuffle my feet again the moment the wraps loosened around my ankles. If my trusty blade were on me, I’d cut through these moist yet stiffening powdery rags my captor had applied to my legs. It’s as if he wanted to mummify me. The man seemed a titch broken by hallucinations or manifestations he was experiencing. He appeared to shoulder the heavy burden of being righteous; I was one of the evil ones who had to stand and face the punishment I was due.
I was nearly free from my bondage. Thankfully all I heard was silence.
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