My 10 words:
Grab bag pull: Fiction
"Danger!" yelled the shopkeeper.
Startled, Mary Jane looked up from their game of bridge.
"What is it, Henry?" asked her twin sister.
"Danger!" He yelled again as he jumped from his rocking chair on their wraparound porch.
"Oh, Christ!" Mary Jane shook her head at the back of their youngest brother as he disappeared into the shop..He was constantly having these spells. Yelling random words, living in alternate realities. He barely remembered that the four of them lived in North Carolina, at the shop that they'd inherited from their parents several years ago... after one of those really intense storms.
They weren't sure if they'd even be able to reopen. They took inventory the morning after the storm and counted 4 bags of undamaged rice, 2 crates of cantaloupes, and a few bottles of nail polish. The rest had been blown away or destroyed by the massive winds.
They were detained from opening the shop for only a few months because of insurance inquiries. Henry had forgotten to send the monthly check a few days before the storm. He had written it and even put a stamp on it.
Mary Ella, Mary Jane's twin, looked up at the sky for the first time. "Do you think Henry was 'fraid of that there shadow in the distance? Over yonder by the slide."
Mary Jane cringed at the deep southern accent that he sister had developed and maintained since they were young girls. Mary Ella had decided to stay in their same town for college while Mary Jane had gone off to study art in Italy and then architecture in Japan.
"Danger!" Mary Ella's sudden outburst broke into Mary Jane's wandering thoughts and she looked up to see what was causing her siblings to panic.
As the light seeped into her unopened eyes, she recalled the word- danger. But for the life of her she couldn't figure out why.
Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are.
Esther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything...