The friendly cat meows in the breeze of a sunny day, and she rubs up against the basket filled with fruit, purring loudly and stretching her back against the weave.
The boy says, “Grandma, sit with me a moment! Let me show you what I’ve found!”
Grandma sat beside him and giggled at his amusement with his laptop, “Dear boy, what have you found?” she asks.
The boy says frankly, “Our family tree!”
The cat looks away as she hears a sound in the distance, and Grandma moves closer to see the screen of his laptop.
“Well, isn’t that something? The whole family is there…” She points her finger around at the various names that sat upon the digital tree.
“Grandma, where is my brother’s name…he’s not there?”
The little boy did not know the grown things of their family, like the fact that his brother was adopted into the family.
She spoke with compassion and said, “Remember this, my dear grandson…blood is not always the family you keep. There are those that embrace our lives with their goodness that have no blood in common. Be excited about them too. Family means everything!”
The boy smiled at his grandmother as she sat there fiddling with a piece of stick, and he knew exactly what she was saying. He added his own entry to the tree with his brother’s name. “Family makes the world go around, right Grandma!”
She patted him on the head and nodded in agreement. The kitty followed her as she walked inside.
This post is for Sadje’s What Do You See? I said that I wouldn’t be posting any more of my book, but I couldn’t resist any longer. Plus, I was inspired to start Brooke’s connection with Flannery on this post with the photo that Sadje provided. I put the links at the bottom for the other stories if you are new to my blog and story. Have a great day, and thank you for an awesome prompt Sadje.
Brooke rushed up to the front door with her keys jumbled in her fists. She was trying her hardest to get to the door before he could catch up with her. She had to sort her keys into one hand and put her groceries and the curve of her arm as she fumbled to get the key in the door. As she quickened her pace from the driveway up to the door, she realized that he had caught up with her just as she got her house key into the lock to turn it.
Her face flushed with red from the frustration, and she turned around in an about-face. Her face filled with grit as she asked the man, “What do you want?”
He stopped in his tracks behind her as she flipped her body around in anger and fear. His jaw was clenched so tight that you could hear the grit of his teeth against each other. He was so tall and sturdy that Brooke was in shock at how burley he was. She let out a mewl from the fear she was feeling from being in his close proximity. He said nothing back to her. He just stood there. Still…like a tree that was missing the wind. She kind of thought that he had been following her for days, but she did not want to seem like she was paranoid. He was the man that she had written about in her diary years ago after seeing him at the family’s house. It was Jericho Flannery, and he was nothing but bad news.
Brooke stood there for a moment feeling her body shake within itself. “Look…I don’t want any problems. Finn should be home anytime now. Please go.”
“That’s the problem.” Flannery inched closer to Brooke while speaking. His voice was as rough as his appearance.
“You’re the problem…I am not in love with you, Jericho. I love Finn, and we are going to be together. You need to accept that!” Brooke finished turning the key in her door and pushed it open.
The light from the outside shined into the entryway of her and Finn’s home, and she got one foot in the door when she felt Flannery’s hand on her shoulder. It sent chills down her spine because he was just so cold and sinister. She had always been afraid of him, and he had always looked at her like she was a piece of lunch on his plate.
“Brooke, he’s going to get you killed. I want to be with you.” The scruffy whiskers above his top lip curled up with his scour. “You’re mine, and you will always be mine.”
Brooke winced inside herself. She had never been interested in him, mostly because he was her father’s best friend and much older than she was. He was old enough to be her father, literally. She did not want to entertain any idea of being with him, nor did she want to give him any sort of confirmation that she would never be with him. He was one of those dangerous types, and she didn’t want to be the person that threw him into a rage.
“Look, Jericho…you can come in and have some coffee, but then you need to be on your way.
Jericho’s face turned away from her gaze as he heard a car approaching on the nearby street. “I better be going…see you soon, Brooke. I’ll be seeing you real soon…” He walked away from her down the sidewalk of the house and disappeared into the alley beside her house.
Brooke breathed out a gasp of air she had been holding in the entire time he was standing before her. He had always been so scary in her eyes. If only she would have known then that he had every intention of having her one way or another, she might have disappeared that day.
Just as she finished her shudder over Flannery’s visit, Finn pulled into her driveway, and Brooke felt safe again.
For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:
The bolded and hyperlinked words in the story were using word challenges from the Daily Spur, Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day Challenge, My Vivid Blog, Your Daily Word Prompt, and Three Things Challenge. This story started from a flash fiction prompt from Fandango.
This is my first #WDYS prompt, and I am excited to do this challenge. I tend to trail on the dark side a bit because of the things that go on in my life, and I hope you all can relate with what I see.
Here is the photo prompt:
What I see is someone’s hard work and skill resting peacefully in a basket. I see them waking up at the break of dawn to start the day to put breakfast on the table. Each of the donuts are the same taste, but they are different sizes and coated in their own perfection. Each one will appeal to one certain person that picks one. Even though they all probably taste the same, one person will love each one differently because they touch each of those people in they’re own way.
Like choosing the people in our lives, these donuts will be chosen according to which one looks like they are what is best for the person wishing to consume it. I’m not saying that we consume people per se. I am just saying that we absorb the people around us, some ways good and some bad. After they are gone, do we miss them though or want another one?