Friday, Friday
I’m cold.
Despite the pain I’m in it’s strange, but I can feel the cold. Like when you sweat and feel that coolness on your skin as it evaporates.
I can feel that, now. But it’s not sweat. It’s blood.
There are so many puncture wounds and rips in my flesh that at times I can’t really tell exactly where the pain is coming from.
My muscles ache. I want to lie down and rest but they won’t let me. Just when I think they’ve finished they start all over again. But I know this is just the beginning.
What a difference a week makes. A few days ago I was in a very different place. Not geographically. In fact, I was just a few hundred yards from this building. But it was a world away from the present reality.
That was when people wanted to be with me. I had some very good friends, but this – this has driven most of them away. The fear of this happening to them has made them run.
It’s dark. There are still a few hours to go before daylight. More time to rip more flesh.
It could have been so different. But this is all part of the plan. I can’t change it. I can't back out now. I don’t want to, even with all this pain and terror. It is…..necessary.
It’s tempting knowing that I could clap my hands and have done with it. If it was just me, perhaps I would. But it isn’t just me. And so much depends on carrying this through, right to the bitter end.
I can hear them coming. What’s already gone is nothing to what’s coming up, I know that. But I have to look beyond it.
The pain will pass.
Eventually.
They only see the here and now. But I know the bigger picture. They think this will finish it. How wrong can they be.
It’s Friday.
But Sunday’s coming.
BIO:
Sue Harding works in a library in Warks. Having spent years 'shelving' books, she's starting to 'write' them instead! Sue blogs here:
http://irefusetogoquietly.blogspot.com/
Wooo...!
ReplyDeleteHow cryptic is this little number? Or am I just being thick?
Certainly gets you thinking...
You little tinker, Sue!
The clue's in the picture, Col! (Matt's been diggin' in the image bank!) Also, it's down to timing.....date-wise.....check your calendar...
ReplyDeleteJust clicked, nice one Sue!
ReplyDeleteBloomineckerslike!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd here's me thinking it was from the viewpoint of a giant voodoo doll!
The date, of course, thanks for the clue - you're obviously trying to fool the readers cos it's April 1st soon.....LOL.
Gotcha really - nice one, thanks for the clue.
I had the same feeling when I first read this, and thought UH? Then it struck me like a sledgehammer. Very nice work Sue.
ReplyDeleteExtremely moving Sue. Well put together with not a word wasted. You don't have to be a "member" to appreciate the worth of a story.
ReplyDeleteGreat stuff.
On a third read, the appreciation of this beaut of a story increases tenfold.
ReplyDeleteWell done, Sue.
JESUS! :-) Really liked it ,Sue. A very clever little write that obviously caused a bit of head scratching. Very well done.
ReplyDelete(I hope I'm barking at the right moon with my first word...) ;-)
Good one, Sue. Er - guys, how could you MISS what it was about, from the first word!? Well done!
ReplyDeleteI wasn't too sure how it would be received, so
ReplyDeletethanks for all the positive feed-back, guys!
Nicely done, Sue. It dawned on me when it got to the clapping hands part. Congratulations.
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ReplyDeleteFantastic. The picture gave it away for me. I loved the ending. Sparse language, but full of hope.
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