Oh, woe is me! It's been so bloody long since I've posted on one of my favorite online writing exercises. I sporadically participate in this exercise and there are always so many wonderful posts. I love to read every one of the entries. Now that I'm dedicating my Fridays to my own writing, I will do what I can to include “Write Everything“s Fiction Friday. This week:
Start your story with a game of hide and seek.
Jimmy crouched inside the old wooden trunk, trembling and doing his best not to sneeze from the dust he stirred by climbing inside…dust he felt sticking to the tears that had stained his red cheeks.
“Jimmy! Where the hell are you!”
Jimmy felt only slightly relieved that his father's voice sounded distant. Perhaps this hiding space would work after all.
“Jimmy, when I get my hands–”
Jimmy's eyes went wide when he heard what sounded like a grunt and some stumbling. This was the first time he had stood up to his father and hearing his father fall, he was sure he was going to live to regret it. Jimmy had only grabbed the nearest thing he could get his hands on…the small pick hammer in the connecting garage. Playing baseball, he grabbed it like the bat and swung, not thinking about what would happen if he actually hit his father with it. He only meant to scare him away so he could run. But that's not how it happened. The pointed end had come into contact with his father's knee. Jimmy swallowed down the bile that came up in his throat as he remembered the sickening “crack” sound.
Silence. After what sounded like his father falling, he hadn't heard anything more, except the thundering of his heart in his ears. Was it safe to come out?
DOH! 5-minute timer went off! That's the ending of this post!!
That's my two pence…