Winter’s child

 

“Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold.”As Eve stood shivering on the bathroom mat, looking at the red streak snaking down her legs, the chill rose up to freeze her from within and outside. She fought the tears tottering on the slippery threshold of her consciousness, wondering why this was happening to her.

 
She had followed the Doctor’s orders and she and George had seen to it that they did not miss the days marked on the calendar. It had not been easy but neither of them had demurred. Yet, it seemed that the seed she desperately hoped would bloom refused to take root. Her womb continued to be barren, month after month. At times, she wondered if God was punishing her for something that had in no way been her fault.

 
Shoulders drooping, she dragged herself back to bed. George stirred but then snuggled back under the warm covers. Sleep evaded her though she tried her best to court it. Ruefully she let it slip away and resigned herself to a few more hours of “mind-hoopla” as she called it. Her mind flitted from thoughts to memories to thoughts in a never ending loop.

 
She was born into a wealthy family but her parents were too busy playing to the gallery to really care. The children were just trophies to be exhibited on certain occasions. Her elder brother Josh was a carbon copy of their Dad and idolized him. Their younger sister was a wallflower, with no opinion of her own and content to live as directed. Eve, on the other hand was a rebel.

 
Thus she was happy to leave home for college at nineteen. There she met Matt. He was a pleasant change from all the people she used to meet in her pseudo life at home. Both felt an instant attraction, which over the next two years developed into deep love.

 

Eve knew her parent’s reaction to her choice and so she hid it from them till the day Matt joined the hospital as a full time Doctor.
Matt promised to take her to meet his parents during Thanksgiving. They both wanted a Christmas wedding.

 
The meeting however never took place, nor did the wedding. Driving to work next week, Matt met with an accident and he died on the spot.

 
Eve was beyond herself with grief and went home for the first time in four years. She was sick so often that it took her some time to realize that she was pregnant. She was shocked at first but then overjoyed .However, her joy was short-lived for her family did not approve of her having a baby out of wedlock.

 
She could still remember the conversation word to word.

 

Her Mom had looked at her with utmost distaste as if she was something the cat dragged in “Why must you insist on bringing shame to the family name?”

 
“After all that we have done for you is this how you repay us?” shouted her Dad, his swarthy face turning purple.

 
Not to be left behind, her ineffacious brother declared, “We can’t let you have his bastard.”

 
Her sister of course had nothing to say.

 
Eve decided not to bow to their pressure tactic but she had underestimated her parent’s guile and wickedness. One night, they drugged her and spirited her away to a private nursing home. When she came to, it was already too late. As soon as she could walk, she left home and never looked back.

 

 
Even George believed she was an orphan and she had no intention of revealing these dark secrets to him, ever.

 
She sighed and decided to get up as dawn crawled in slowly. She put the kettle on and watched snow drifting down relentlessly. The sky looked dull, just like her mood. She called her Doctor around noon from her office-she did not want George to be privy to this setback-at least not today. Her Doctor told her to come in the next day.

 
Next morning Eve woke up and was taken aback. She had not bled at all during the night-what was going on? Was she ill?

 
With trepidation she walked into the clinic. The shadow of uncertainty loomed large as she lay down on the examination table.

 
A few hours later, she was driving back, a smile on her lips. The miracle of spring was accumulating in her womb and she could not wait to celebrate its arrival with her beloved George.

0B55DF830F1859FEC725A6BAC20AC476

 

——————————–X——————————–

da_Vinci_womb21-300x204

This is my response to Speakeasy’s weekly prompt #157 which required us to (a)write a response(fiction or poetry) in 750 words or less (mine is 748, including the title) (b) using the following sentence as the FIRST line in your submission: “Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold.” and (c) make some reference to the media prompt,which this week the  drawing above, by Leonardo da Vinci, entitled Study of a Womb.

The challenge is open to everyone,so if you want to join in or read the other entries,please click on the url http://www.yeahwrite.me/speakeasy/fiction-challenge-157-open/

 


His nemesis

the speakeasy at yeah write #148

His nemesis

It was such a beautiful night. After her parents left to attend a late night dinner party, she sat looking at the sky, counting the stars. She felt happy and at peace. An hour later she was snuggling into bed when he came and stood at the door. She smiled and said,” Need anything?”  He came in and locked the door. She sat up and asked in an alarmed voice, “What’s wrong?” He did not answer but strode over to the bed and threw himself on her. Shocked she became immobile for a few minutes but then as she felt his hands and lips everywhere, she panicked. She kicked and fought with all the strength of a fifteen year old but he was stronger and older. He murmured sweet nothings and then he ravaged not only her body but her tender soul. She was scarred for life. Not that he cared. After it was over he said, “No one could ever know what happened here.”

Brenda had been tailing him for days. She knew her hunch was right. She watched him now from behind the trees near the park.

This was her tenth such case. She was determined to bring the culprit to book and make this her 1oth successful mission.

He had been sitting on the bench, hiding behind the newspaper, which he was pretending to read.

Brenda knew that his eyes were on the girl in the pink dress-a sweet girl about fourteen. He had been following her for the last two weeks. What he did not know was while he was trying to trap his prey, he was also being hunted. Brenda gave a satisfied smile.

She loathed such men who preyed on innocent young girls, raping them and many a times murdering them-just for kicks!

She knew where he planned to take the victim and had already alerted her team. They would be waiting for him. Not that she would let that happen but just in case…

As evening approached, slowly the park started emptying. The girl left with her friend. The man followed.

Brenda knew that the girl would part from her friend at the fork in the road and the man would be making his move then.

She waited to ambush him.

She saw the girl coming and waited for the man to appear but he seemed to be taking forever. Had he changed his mind? But why should he change his modus operandi? Had he become suspicious? Many thoughts and apprehensions raced through Brenda’s mind.

A blue sedan came honking by and stopped next to the girl. Brenda saw her smile, .nod and point to the opposite lane. Then to her utter surprise she saw her climb into the car. Before she could react, the car sped by. She was shocked to see that the man was at the wheel.

No time to get her car, she thought as she raced to the road and hailed a cab. She was glad that her team was waiting for this rascal but soon was dismayed to see the blue sedan heading in the opposite direction. She contacted her team and told them to send back up as soon as possible.

As the blue sedan swerved and took a sudden right turn, her heart lurched for she saw that it was entering a secluded area. She asked the driver to stop when she saw the sedan slowing. As she had suspected it stopped in front of a run down two-storey building. The man got down; dragging the now shrieking girl after him .Another man came out from the house and said something to the first man. Then he picked up the girl, turned and entered the house, while the second man left.

.

Brenda paid the cab driver and walked into the house.

The man was bent upon the spread–eagled girl on the bed, who had fainted in terror.

The man was saying, “My sweet one! From now on you belong to me!”

That voice!

No one could ever know what happened here.

 And Brenda was 15 again!

 “No!! Not ever again, you dirty scumbag!”She screamed.

He turned and froze seeing the gun in her hand.

But then recognition flooded his eyes and he drawled,”Lookie, it is sweet little sis. Come gimme a kiss!”

Brenda’s skin crawled. She could not bear it anymore.

“You hateful bastard! You are no brother of mine!” cried Brenda and fired all six bullets into him.

Image

——————————————X——————————————-

This was written  for the Speakeasy at Yeah Write. This week, the prompt sentence is: “No one could ever know what happened here,” which can be located anywhere in the story  and also made some sort of reference to the song Counting Stars, by OneRepublic. Word count-750(including the prompt and title).

To check out what others have written or to join the challenge click on this link –  http://www.yeahwrite.me/speakeasy/148-open/