The Pink Journal

Revenge 

There was something about this part of town that always made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Why was it that all clandestine meetings took place in creepy places? That was something she just didn’t like.

She got out of her car and looked around. There was no one there. It was all right. She was early. It helps when you are walking into the unknown.      

She walked into the abandoned warehouse with her gun drawn. Her eyes darted to the dark corners looking for movement. She saw a plump rat scurry away as she walked farther inside the dark and gloomy building. She listened for any sounds and heard nothing.

She would just have to wait. It didn’t matter. She had waited this long she could wait a few more minutes.

She dropped her gun down to her waist and sat on a crate to wait for her appointment. She hoped they wouldn’t be late. She hated that.

It was four minutes past the hour when they arrived. Car tires screeching on asphalt alerted her to their presence.

“So here we are.” The mobster said as he walked into the warehouse with his bodyguard. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything but there is someone out there that wants you dead.” She said with a smirk.  

“If you kill me, he will kill you.” He grinned.

“That isn’t what I heard.” She smiled and raised her gun to point at his heart. “I heard they all want you gone. Their loyalties have been bought by your rival.”

“I don’t believe you.” He shrugged. “You don’t know nothing about nothing.”

“You’re right but soon you won’t either.” She stood and took a step closer. She raised her gun and pulled the trigger.

The mobster fell to the ground, dead.

“Clean up this mess.” She said to the bodyguard.

“What should I do with him?” One of the goons asked.

“Put him in the river. That was where he put my father.” She told him as she walked toward the door. “I have business to attend to.”

She walked into the open air and took a long deep breath. Avenging her father really didn’t give her the satisfaction she hoped it would. She holstered her gun and climbed into her car. She drove away.

She had a new life waiting for her in another state with another identity. It was time to get to it.

(Musewrite Prompt Set 57 Photo A)

Good Morning My Love 

“Good morning my love.” She said as she walked into the room. It was not unusual to her to be the first one up in the morning. He was always a sleepy head.

She turned to the bed as if by habit. She looked at the empty bed and remembered that he was no longer there.

She had lost him to the fever that had ravaged the town. Scarlet fever was the name of the disease that took her beloved.  

It was the cruelest of things. He had caught the fever on their anniversary. Before they could head out on their trip he was too ill to stand. He was in the hospital that night and gone the next morning.

They had to sedate her until the funeral for her beloved was over. She couldn’t stop her tears and her heart from breaking.

They had been married for twenty five years. They had been each other’s first love. They had met as children and been friends their whole lives. There had never thought to love anyone but each other.

She sat on the bed and sighed. There was nothing for her to do sit by herself and be alone. She hated being alone. She grabbed the pillow and hugged it.

“Good bye my love. I will miss you every day until we are together again.”

She started to cry. The tears streamed down her face. She felt someone kiss her cheek. She touched her cheek and gasped.

(Musewrite Prompt Set 46 Photo B) 

The Sentinel at the Shore 

A lone stone watchtower stood looking out into the moving water. Its only companion was the ring of a stone wall.  Lonely and quiet, it took solemn vigil at the shore.

What tales it could tell, it would never say. To do so would be against the code of the warriors that built it. it would only stand and watch as conquest and conquer came and went. That was its sole duty.

Time would bring down its stones one day but it would never erase the history that the sentinel witnessed. Written or not, the words were its to keep.  

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Welcome to the Russell 

The trip has been a long one. The plane was late at the gate. When I finally got on board, I got a headache. Chewing gum did not help; neither did the man snoring behind me.   

I grabbed my bags and hailed a taxi. It was a short trip to the hotel. I got out of the taxi and was greeted by the sight of the grand old hotel

The Doorman smiled as he opened the taxi door. He was smartly dressed. He actually seemed happy to see me. “Welcome to the Russell, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” I replied. I couldn’t help but smile back. It was if his smile was contagious.  

The Porter rushed to take my bags from the boot of the taxi. He smiled at me. “Is this all there is, ma’am?”

“Yes.” I smiled at him too. I couldn’t help it.

“Very good. Welcome to the Russell.” He said as he picked up my bags and put them on his trolley at the top of the steps.

“Thank you.” I said as I walked up the steps.

The Doorman held the door as I entered the lush lobby. Rich velvet seating and exquisitely carved woodwork spoke to the age and greatness of the place. My steps were padded by the thick carpet as I approached the desk to sign in.

The Desk Clerk smiled and asked my name. I gave it without hesitation and smiled back at his cheery face.

“Your room is ready and waiting, ma’am. Welcome to the Russell. We hope to make your stay here enjoyable.” The Desk Clerk said with a smile.

“Thank you I’m sure I will find it so.” I took the old fashioned brass key from him. I looked at it and realized how rare it was to still have a real hotel key in the modern world. I smiled at the thought then back at the desk clerk.

The Porter led me to a lift. An old man was sitting on a stool inside. He was the Operator. He gave me a cheeky grin as he stood and closed the doors. The porter told him the floor and the old man started the apparatus.

When we reached our destination, the old Operator opened the doors tipped his hat at me. “Welcome to the Russell, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” I replied before I followed the Porter to my room.   

The Porter opened the door and put the bags on the stand for me. “If there is anything else ma’am, just give us a ring.”

“I will. Thank you.” I handed him a tip and gave him a smile as he handed me the key.

“Thank you.” He said as he hurried out the door.

I fell on the overstuffed bed and kicked off my shoes. Finally, I felt welcome somewhere if only for a little while.

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Home 

There is a place I call home. It is a quiet place that I hold in my heart. The actual place is no longer there but it lingers in my memories.

The brick house was just large enough for family to gather for holidays and days of mourning. Each room was warm and comforting. It brought peace to my heart and joy to my soul.

Outside, I would walk in the beauty of nature. Green grass and wildflowers were a constant in the spring and summer. A small creek hidden among the trees meandered by with a slow leisurely pace to soothe my troubles. I could breathe deeply and release everything that bothered me.

Sometimes in my mind I go back there and walk the paths and watch the stream in my dreams. I would give anything to go back there again and feel the way I did. But it is impossible to go back to something that isn’t there.

It is true you can’t go back to what was. You can only move forward to what is. There are only those things you can carry with you. Things like the comfort of home.

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Under The Dome of Wonder 

What if we were all under a giant dome? Someone greater being than we are would be observing us like ants in a glass case.

Would we amuse them? Would we anger them with our choices? How would they see us? Would it be the same as we see ourselves?

These are questions that can never be answered. Or can they?

It’s a matter of how we see ourselves. We can only make the best choices for ourselves every day. We can’t think of how it looks or the impression that it gives to others. Not everyone will agree with the choices we make so there is no way the greater being can approve of all of them as well.

We are here to live our lives the best we can. We need to be the greater being looking down at our own lives that is the only way we can answer the questions that we have.  

We are our own judge and our own observer under the dome we put ourselves inside.

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