It's that time again. Time for me to torture, I mean um, tease you with some new ideas for prompts.

Prompt 254 – Creative
Tag – First Line
“Since when is that acceptable?”

Prompt 255 - Creative
Tag – Kidnapped
It is everyone’s worst nightmare. You have gone on vacation and decide to go out and see this new place at night. While you are busy looking in the windows and seeing the people move from place to place, someone has been following you. After a wonderful meal at a nice place, you stop to go to the bathroom and as you go to leave you feel someone grab you and before you can move you slip into unconsciousness. When you awake you realize you are tied up and have been kidnapped. Why have you been targeted?

Last week was a busy week with many writers taking a chance and trying the prompts. Perhaps one of the most emotional was done by Totally. The prompt originally read - As you sit down to finish getting ready on the day of your wedding your parents come in. Your father looks nervous and your mother is just totally distraught, but they tell you they really need to tell you something before you are married. Figuring they are just worried about your wedding, you’re shocked when they sit and begin to tell you something they have kept secret from you your whole life. First they admit they aren’t your parents but the bigger secret is …. What?

I gently pinned the white rose to my lapel. The mirror reflected a man I hardly recognised. Brown hair groomed to perfection, sitting obediently atop my head. A tuxedo jacket clung onto my shoulders, tapering into my slim waist. The crisp white shirt caressed the lines of my torso, tucking into a pair of tapered tuxedo trousers at my waist. The trousers ended without break below my ankles, revealing polished leather shoes. I smiled for practice.
“Trevor,” I heard my mother calling out from behind the door.
“Yes, mother,” I hollered, walking over to welcome her in.
The wooden door swung open to reveal a goddess. Deep purple swathed her petite frame, coming to an end at her knees. She stood atop wedges sandals that had her standing eye-to-eye with me. Her greying hair had been left in its usual bob, the ends curling slightly. Her face bore the marks and lines of her years but she wore them proud. Jade adorned her ears and neck.
Her favourite stone, I mused.
“Oh Trevor,” she gasped as she pulled me into her embrace.
The warmth that radiated from her had me tumbling through time: the smell of grass after rain, lullabies and kisses on my forehead.
I felt her bones through the fabric as I wrapped my arms around her torso.
How brittle they feel, I thought, remembering the sturdiness that had comforted me when I was a child and realised in that instant, that there was nothing I wanted more than to be that bright-eyed ten-year-old.
The warmth of my mother’s embrace dissolved as she pulled back. Her eyes glistened as she stepped aside to let my father in.
His grey hair had thinned further at the crown since the last time I saw him. Two deep blue eyes sat behind thick glasses like sapphires set in their sockets, lines creasing at the outer corner of his eyes.
“Father,” I greeted him.
“Son,” he nodded, smiling as he clapped me on my back.
His usually sharp and discerning eyes seemed unfocused: the same eyes which had narrowed and pierced through the half-truths I told as a child, extorting confessions from my guilty conscience.
I guided them to the couch in the room and sat with them.
“You’re getting married,” my mother said, looking wistful.
“Yes, I am,” I enthused, engaging my practised smile.
Father looked away.
“Actually… we have something to tell you Trevor,” she said, looking at me through a veil of thoughts.
“You’re not about to tell me that you don’t approve, are you?” I joked.
My words lingered heavily in the air as the silence weighed down my grin.
Mother saw my fallen face and interjected, “No, nothing like that.”
“It’s just we need to tell you something before you….,” she paused, “start a new life.”
“O…kay,” I said, wary.
“Just know that, no matter what, you’ll always be our son. We’ll always love you,” my mother rambled, looking flustered.
“Just tell me already,” I said impatiently, nerves tangling in the pit of my stomach.
My parents looked away as tension permeated the air.
“You were adopted,” my father finally said, their eyes still focused on objects in the far corners of the room.
Laughter burst forth from my lips as my parents turned round to look at me: Mother wringing her hands repeatedly as she fingered the golden ring that held her in an eternal promise while Father tapped his pudgy fingers against the top of his lap.
I gathered myself as the last of the laughter left my body in snorts and huffs of air.
“I already knew that,” I said, grinning widely.
“But how?” my mother asked, incredulous.
“Remember when I was twelve and came home asking if you could roll your tongue?” I asked.
My mother nodded as a look of confusion settled on my father’s face.
“Well, neither of you could, and I’ve always been able to,” I explained, rolling my tongue for emphasis.
“It’s one of those genetics things,” I explained, as I watched my mother and father pass looks of perplexity between each other.
“So you’ve known all this time?” my father asked, worried.
“Well, I slowly pieced it together from what everybody was saying about how we never looked much alike and the tongue-rolling incident pretty much confirmed it,” I recounted.
“We’re sorry we kept it from you for so long,” my mother apologised. I watched as the worry continued to cloud her eyes.

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