Writing prompt: ECSTASY
Provided by: Talli Roland, a cool writer and fellow A to Z challenge participant. Go visit her! ( If you like my A-Z posts, drop a word-prompt in the comments, please. ) Thanks also to Sarah Ketley for the picture prompt. She is aiming to encourage writers, and that is a good thing.
There it sat, a barn in the middle of nowhere. Not exactly nowhere, thought Dina, this must be somewhere, only she did not know where. She heard no crickets or birdcalls, no bells or creaks: the absence of sound was itself a sound.
Overgrown by grass, this barn looked abandoned, forbidding, in the afternoon light. She did not want to step inside, but she had no choice. She could not walk much further and it would be evening soon.
She had survived three days on water from random streams and puddles. She had walked without pause ever since that night they pushed her out of the truck, her bruises swelling. When she raised her wounded hand to wipe off sweat, the cut, which she had wrapped in a piece of her shirt, smelled like very old meat pie.
“So, have you made up your mind?”
Dina whipped around at that voice of a testy bus conductor to find a tiny old man, hands on his hips, who looked and smelled as if he lived in a dustbin.
“About what?” asked Dina, before she could stop herself. She stared at his eyes, the silver-and-blue pupils, limpid pools of light so out of place on his dark, leathery face.
“Ecstasy, of course,” snapped the man.
“I’m no druggie,” said Dina. Exhaustion talking, she knew. She should ask who this strange little man was, and the name of this place. Her tongue scratched against her palate as she tried to speak again, but could not.
” A dimwit, then. This is not your time to step into the barn, I can see that. But you can experience it a little, so you’re not afraid later. Lie down.”
The compelling blue eyes bored into her own, and as her knees sank at the barn’s doorway, Dina wondered if this was it, if she were dying.
” Ecstasy is not death. It is relief from pain, a way into light. You don’t believe in it, nor me, so doesn’t matter.”
How did he hear that? Dina wanted to shake him, but found herself on the floor, hands tied behind her back.
“They’ll let you go, you know,” the voice came floating into her head. Gentler.
“Then all you have to do is not stop. Keep walking.”
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Thanks and shout-outs to organisers Arlee Bird (Tossing It Out) , Jeffrey Beesler’s (World of the Scribe), Alex J. Cavanaugh (Alex J. Cavanaugh) , Jen Daiker ( Unedited), Candace Ganger (The Misadventures in Candyland) , Karen J Gowen (Coming Down the Mountain) , Talli Roland , Stephen Tremp (Breakthrough Blogs )