She was rigid with fear, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t understand how someone she loved so much could do something so awful to her. Trapped in a hard leather chair, an overhead light half blinded her and she tried to turn her head away but strong hands gripped her, one either side at her temples.
What the fuck was he doing here? His head felt groggy and he didn’t recognise his surroundings; fear began to set in. He tried to wipe the sweat from his eyes but he couldn’t move his arms, it seemed they were bound with something; perhaps he was paralyzed? Had he been in an accident? Was this hospital?
She sat in the back of the tiny boat and watched the face of the ferryman as he rowed her to the shore. It was completely blank but shadows played across it as the light began to dim. She was desperate for reassurance but the ferryman did not speak. In the distance she could see a figure on the opposite bank, dressed all in black; he was waiting for her….
Morning all :O) There are quite a few challenges and prompts circulating Wordpress at the moment so I thought I’d take up the gauntlet and give one a go. Here you have it then, my first attempt at Fandango’s one word challenge; today’s word is ‘tantrum’…….
Have you ever wondered what the World would be like as viewed from the perspective of the grand creator? Well, read on……….
Sometime before we arrived on the scene, this was going on.
“What the bloody hell is that?” A booming voice called out across the factory floor
“I am not quite sure what to call it to be perfectly honest with you but, you’ve got to admit boss it’s impressive”
“Have we got any biscuits? I’m feeling a bit peckish”
“You’re not peckish, you’ve only just had lunch. You’re just bored; you know you don’t like it when it’s too quiet in the factory”
“Look if I want a sodding biscuit………oh hang on a minute what’s going on over there…”
Try to imagine a situation where it was suddenly made very clear to you that you had no great purpose in life and that your very existence resulted from nothing more than intense boredom? How would you feel if the person who broke that news to you then just buggered off to have a nice cup of tea?
How much time do you spend thinking about your place on this Earth and what the Universe has in store for you? Do you worry about whether or not you are fulfilling your purpose or even your potential? Do you know, just know, that you were put here for a reason and are desperately searching for that reason so that you will eventually be able to leave this thing we call life without regret?
