She was tired of fetching water from the well every day. Their dream hadn’t quite turned out the way they had imagined.
After twenty odd years of corporate jobs they had opted for a radical change of lifestyle. As a couple without children they had both worked hard, traveled the world and fulfilled all their adventure ambitions. All they could see for the future was more of the same and that did not thrill them anymore.
They had heard of abandoned villages in the southern countries where people like them, tired of the rat race, had already set up new self sufficient communities.
It all sounded very appealing, almost romantic – they agreed that such a change could be what they needed. For months they visited several places until they finally settled for a small village with established expats and a few houses for sale.
They had moved to the village at the end of Spring and despite the lack of electricity and running water the Summer had been idyllic with its long, sunny hot days. Once the winter set in (and it could be quite cold in these parts) spending long nights with only dim, flickering lights and a log fire that got blown out with the wind was hard to take.
Other people seemed happy enough with the basic commodities but they weren’t as happy as they had imagined they would be. Due to the remoteness of the village it could be months before workmen were available to do the much needed repairs and install services in the house.
In the meantime she would continue to fetch the water and dream of Spring and a warm house…
Their orders were to raid the buildings and shoot anyone they found, no matter how young or old. Everyone should be considered a rebel enemy.
The young soldier had arrived in the occupied territory only a couple of days ago and was finding it hard to adjust to the oppressive heat, the blazing light and the sandy, dry air.
For months the town had suffered heavy shelling and not a single house had survived intact. The few people that had remained in the town, holding on to the hope that the conflict would soon be over, had left when the rebels moved in. Only those too old or frail to move were left when the soldiers arrived two weeks ago. They had been taken to hospitals or refugee camps.
Four of the soldiers went into a large, heavily damaged house, each going into different rooms. The young solider held his gun unsteadily against his shoulder as he slowly moved across the house.
In a room on the top floor, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness he found an elderly man, with no legs, sitting motionless on a small bed. As the young soldier looked into his eyes he had no heart to shoot. When he turned his back to leave, the disabled man moved his hand from behind his back, pulled the pin and threw the grenade towards the soldier.
Prompt 11 from The Write Practice: 14 Prompts, by Joe Bunting
“Write a story about a disabled man and a soldier. What do they say to each other? How do they interact?”
#FWF Free Write Friday: Time & Place Scenario
You’re young. You are standing in front of a shop window watching something on the black and white television inside. A woman grabs your hand and runs down the street, pulling you along…
This week’s prompt by Kellie Elmore
I am not scared as the unknown woman pulls me away from the shop. I have a feeling that something ominous is about to happen. As we walk further the surrounding street starts to disappear and we are now walking into a beautiful long sandy beach with calm, clear blue sea. The sun is shinning, it’s warm and there is just a slight breeze.
She wants me to seat and look inside myself. What do you see in your future, what do you want?
Why do you bring me here? You know that my dream is to live by the sea – facing the beach and the pine tree forests behind. Why are you showing me the future and show me that I will never achieve that? Instead I am spending my life in a cold and dark country away from the beautiful sand and blue of the sea.
I want to go back to the time of innocence, of black and white tv, of playing outside, of when I believed that what I dreamed would be reality…
She grew up in a poor neighbourhood with the dream of becoming like the women her mother cleaned for.
She focused on her education, earning scholarships and graduating top of the class.
She took a job in a top corporation, where she could go far and select the right kind of husband.
Now she is one of the women her mother works for.
Prompt 339 from Creative Writing Prompts – Write about 5 things you would do to entertain yourself if you did not see a soul for 7 days.
Since there are no other specific limitation on this prompt I assume I could be at home without working.
I don’t normally run out of things to do whether I have company or not. If I were alone at home for 7 days this is how I would keep myself entertained:
1. Laptop – my trusted and constant companion would be my main source of activity. I would read news, blogs and other social media, write on my blog and keep up with my email. I might even do some shopping.
2. Movies – Watching movies is one of my favourite pastimes so I would watch as many as I’d want to.
3. Reading – I have so many unread books – this would be a great chance to read at least one.
4. Cycle – On my exercise bike – I could keep active without leaving home.
5. Spring cleaning – With no one in the way I could get some sorting out done.
The truth? 7 days would not be enough to do everything I wanted to do but I could certainly keep myself busy and entertained for that time!