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Prompt 384 – Creative
Tag – First Line
“Since when do I have to tell you everything?”

Prompt 385 – Creative
Tag – The Minor
You have just finished the week from hell and just about crawl out of your car. You drag your work bag and some takeout food you picked up and schlep it toward your front door. As you reach for your keys you stop cold as you notice someone is curled up asleep on your front door step. It is obvious even from where you are standing that it is a child. Who is the minor and why are they sleeping on your door step?

This week, I decided to feature Cole Matthew's response to Prompt #382, enjoy!

The Butler Did It

 

When Donnie Malone first woke up to the sound, he could have sworn it was a crying child. He opened his eyes and then remembered he was alone in a cheap motel room with thin walls and it could be coming from any room nearby. He tried going back to sleep, but the cheap champagne had given him a pounding headache. It wouldn’t be stilled by the sandman so he slowly opened up the covers and rolled out of bed.

 

When he stepped down, he heard a crunch beneath his feet. After flicking on the lamp, he looked down and saw a pair of broken glasses, his cheaters twisted with shattered lenses. They looked as forlorn as he felt. It was New Year’s yet what promise could this new circuit of the earth around the sun mean for him? Donnie sighed and wrapped his threadbare robe around him, stretching his sore muscles and glancing toward the windows.

 

The tawdry, worn curtains were half open and outside there was a whirl of white slamming into the panes rattling them. He heard it again. It was the wind and not a wailing infant that greeted him this morning. The swirl of the rushing air filled the room with a screaming sound that hurt his ears. It was only a snow storm.

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