THE NOTE by Granny Annie
She felt feverish and sweat poured off her brow. The man held a gun and she held a pencil. A letter was to be fabricated. It was supposed to sound sensible. He read the draft, approved it and led her to the typewriter. “Type this word for word” he demanded, “and don't try to mix it up”.
She attempted to caution the man and explain the penalty for kidnapping. Her family knew she had not yet reached senility so they would recognize this note as a desperate plea.
The man awaited the money drop. His promise had been a lie. Before her husband and children patched together the ransom, the mother's body was already resting in a shallow grave, surrounded by forest trees.
So sad, and it has happened this way before. Well told.
ReplyDeleteThis is good one.
ReplyDeleteYou reached into a dark dark place for this one. Well done.
ReplyDeleteOh no!!! I didn't see that coming.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad to see that you were able to join us again this week. And loved your story, sad (and true) as it is.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad story this week Annie. Is it true as EC says? :(
ReplyDeleteSo few words and yet so powerful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Annie.
Thank you for writing me! So this Words for Wednesday - does she give you a list of words and you write a story? Glad to get your blog address I lost everything! sandie
ReplyDeletewahhh! I would add at the end... Mommy still loves you baby!
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