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The Cycle Continues

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

He stood on the rocks, gazing out over the water as waves broke at his feet.

“She belongs to them now,” a withered voice spoke from behind.

He shook his head. “What right do they have?”

“That’s how it works. That’s how it’s always worked. We sacrifice one for the good of the many. It was your turn to offer the sacrifice. Simple as that,” the old woman replied.

“Will they kill her?” he asked, hopeful.

“You know better, James. They’ll turn her into one of them. She’ll be the monster that comes to take Peter’s little girl next cycle.”

I skipped last week because I was out of town having fun over the weekend and knew I wouldn’t be around to do any reading of the other stories. You can check out a bit of the fun I was having by visiting yesterday’s post.

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Another Day. Another Bird.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Carter stared out the window, his chin resting on the sill. He counted the birds sitting atop the wire. Sixty-eight. Another had joined the sixty-seven that had been there yesterday, which had been sixty-six the day before. Each day another joined the others, and although Carter watched them almost endlessly, he never saw one leave.

One bird sat there for each day since what his parents had dubbed “the accident.” They were beginning to weigh the line down–a mirror of the guilt weighing on him. It hadn’t been an accident. He’d meant to smother his sister with that pillow.

Like Carter, I’ve been feeling a bit out of sorts lately, but not because I’ve smothered anyone with a pillow. I don’t know why, but I do know that it’ll pass. It always does.

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Happiness Isn’t Always

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Gerry watched her through binoculars. He’d never met her, nor knew her name. She fascinated him as she moved from room to room of the building across the river. She always looked so happy.

When she appeared on the balcony he hid behind the curtain, but not before he watched the smile drop off her face. Had she seen him?

What felt like an eternity later she went back inside. He lifted the binoculars just in time to see her through the middle window, slipping a noose around her neck.

“No,” he screamed just as she stepped off the chair.

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Piano Man

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Fields

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Fields

He sat at the piano, but didn’t play. His fingers caressed the keys, but he knew better than to press down. A beautiful melody he didn’t dare let his ears hear danced through his head.

Bad things happened every time he played. For too long he played off the misfortunes in his life as coincidence. Eventually, he realized the truth. Too many lives had already been lost to risk another touch of those haunted keys. Every single time he pressed one of those forsaken keys someone died.

“Play me something,” a voice–his wife’s–said from somewhere behind him.

“Never.”

Not sure why but I immediately thought of the song Piano Man by Billy Joel when I saw the photo. Love that song, but being me I had to put a darker spin on the whole thing.

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Movie of the Week: Dark Night of the Scarecrow (1981)

Moral of the story: don’t shoot a scarecrow, especially if it is only a chap pretending to be a scarecrow. You’ve been warned.