Day 49 Ruminating And Writing

Day 49 of the daily prompts:

Forsaken

I had forsaken my heart a long time ago. There was no other option than to let go of any emotion I carried. I had become a Death’s apprentice, and there was no room for pity, fear, love, and anger. What had to be done, had to be done; such was life.

But sometimes, when I got a glimpse of their lives, of their memories, and their sorrows when they died too early, too suddenly, too painfully, I couldn’t help but feel like I had to save them.

This was such an occasion. It was when I saw her eyes I knew I could take her from this mortal coil.

Lotto

Her hands trembled as she watched the winning lotto ticket’s numbers and cross-referenced them on the TV. No one knew she had the ticket. None of her friends remembered the numbers. She could cash it and disappear for good. It would pay her a new life. Would that be so wrong? It had been Matthew’s idea to divide the tickets among the three of them to ease the process. He would do the same if he were in her shoes. She was sure of it.

She could already picture the life she could have. She couldn’t have it if they divided the winning between the three of them.

Dark Road

The forest was thick around them and the road leading between the trees. Occasionally, an owl hooted in the distance, but there was no other noise than their short breaths and the pressure from the silent forest. She had come this far not to let some stranger haul her back to her father.

They stared at each other. The other woman said nothing. She held her silence, too. One of them had to acknowledge the strangeness of the situation. The fact that they both looked like they were here because life wasn’t as it was supposed to be.

The other woman looked dirty. Her knees were covered with thick soil, and she appeared to have been crying.

“If we just pass each other, we don’t need to know,” she suggested.

The other woman nodded, took a step forward, and then hesitated, glancing over her shoulder.

“I can’t,” the woman said.

And she knew what she meant. She would see something she wasn’t supposed to see, and she would later recognize her. “I understand. Sometimes, we need to do things to survive. I’m doing it here now. I just need to pass the forest, and I will disappear for good. I promise.”

The woman stepped aside, and she ran past her. She saw the mount the woman had dug not too far from the road, and she ran faster.

The Prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

I took a slow morning with the cat on the couch. She was all cuddly and cute, and she made these short noises when she was happy. She pushed her paws on my hand and fell asleep. Cats are the best muses in the world. I feel recharged now.

Thank you so much for reading! Have a prolific day!