Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Tuesday Tales, What's My Address..



Happy March!


This week our group writes to the word prompt, "address".


“Michael, it’s so good to see you man.”
“It’s awesome to see you awake. You scared the shit out of me.”
“I don’t remember much, all of a sudden, bam, we were on the ground. How did I get out of there?”
“We heard the commotion and immediately went out to the square. It took a little bit to find you, we finally did and got you in to safety.”
“What about Prisha? She got hurt too.”
“She’s alive, don’t worry about her.”
“C’mon Michael, you gotta tell me more than that. I was protecting her.”
“Why don’t you concentrate on getting your skinny ass outta that bed? You ain’t no good to anyone stuck on your back with an IV.”
“I’m trying. My body is on a delay, like a television show to keep out anything inappropriate.”
“Huh?” Obviously, Michael wasn’t familiar with how network programming works.
“What I mean is, I can think about what I want to do, but, my body doesn’t react right away. I want to move my leg and it takes a few seconds for the command to work.”
“The good news is you’re gonna get better. You can make it out of this.”
“Okay, then, why isn’t anyone telling me about Prisha? She matters, dude, she’s my friend.”
Michael walked around the room, cracking his knuckles. Something was up, he was avoiding any talk about Prisha. I think she really died and no one thinks I can handle the truth. Just like in that movie. “I can handle the truth. If she’s dead, just tell me. I have to deal with it sometime.”
“You don’t need any more shit piled up.”
“Shit? I knew what could happen, I put my life on the line. I was in the moment, unafraid but scared shitless at the same time. Hell, I probably pissed my pants lying there in the dirt with all those explosions going off around me. If I need to deal with more, then, for God’s sake, give it to me now so I can heal all the way around.” I don’t think Michael believed me. “I’m no pussy.”
“Such a mouth, Guardian.” He shook his head, but also smiled. Maybe I was getting through to him.
“Listen, your friend, Prisha, I’m not sure that’s even her real name.”
“Please explain. Why would she lie about her name?”
“She was working with the enemy.” Another bomb dropped in the room next to me. However, this one fell with a cruel, silent explosion. The blast reverberated within my consciousness, breaking me to the core.
“No way, not her. She was young, vibrant, happy.”
“She’s an amazing actress.” Michael rubbed a callous on his palm. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Is she really alive?”
“Yes, she’s alive, but not doing very well. We have her imprisoned in a medical unit- a secure address.”
“Imprisoned? What the hell can she do from a hospital bed?”

“She’s dangerous, Guardian.”

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8 comments:

Sarah Cass said...

Oh wow...such intrigue. What's the truth? Not fair of you to cut it off like this!

Jean Joachim said...

Nice twist! You had me, I wasn't expecting that. Great story, Davee. Now I need to now what the truth really is.

V.L. Locey said...

What a great twist! Well done.

Flossie Benton Rogers said...

Ooh, how interesting. There's a lot more going on than meets the eye. Great job.

Iris Blobel said...

Interesting dialogue. Well done.

Jillian said...

awesome twist! Man!

Great use of the word prompt!

Mary Terrani said...

Great twist can't wait to see how it unfolds

morgan said...

Oh my goodness, friend betrayal the ultimate conflict. :) Great job