This was something I started for an audio project for the blog several years ago. I decided to take it in a different direction, so this wound up in the dead directory on my HD. The dead directory is where things I’ve written go to be forgotten and die.
The project was called, Recordings.
(recorder turns on)
I… I… I… snuck out and got this recorder while he was out. It was so hard for me to make myself go back into the dark. I… I… I… see things in the dark. Swirling ghosts appear before my eyes and… and… and… I know they aren’t real, but they look so real. I tried to touch one, but my hand passed right through it. I know it’s only the darkness playing tricks on me, but I’m scared of the dark!
Last time he left, I snuck out and tried to use the phone to call 911, but the phone is dead. He keeps looking for me. He stomps around the house and calls my name like he knows I’m still here, but he’ll never find me. He’ll never find me. He sounds so angry. I only hope someone finds this recording so everyone will know what he did.
Oh no! He’s back!
Angie! Angela! Where are you, girl? Come out here now! Angie!
(recorder turns off)
(recorder turns on)
I think he’s going to be gone for a while this time. I already found what I could to eat in the kitchen. The power has been out for a long time now, so I only grabbed some cookies, granola bars, bottled water, stuff that wasn’t in the fridge. I don’t know how long the power has been out because I spend so much time in the dark. It feels like forever.
I grabbed one of my dolls to keep me company and help me fight the darkness.
I’m so lonely. I didn’t even know what the word lonely meant until now.
I… I… have to tell what happened. I have to hurry before he comes back again. Before he finds me and it’s too late!
The power went out and at first it was fun. My momma, Jim, and I sat around and played games by candlelight. We live pretty far away from town, so we’re used to the power going out. Sometimes it takes a long time for it to come back on, but the next day we still didn’t have power.
At breakfast, Jim was listening to a battery-powered radio, flipping through the channels, but most of them were that static sound like when you put the TV on a channel that isn’t there. Those that weren’t static sounded… far away and were hard to hear. Momma and Jim both had worried looks on their faces. I leaned in close, trying to hear what the radio was saying, but Momma told me to go play in my room.
I pretended to play with my dolls, but I was standing at my door with my ear to it, trying to hear Momma and Jim. They started fighting so quietly I could barely hear them…
Jim: The phones out. (slams down the phone)
Momma: I think we need to go to the city and see what’s going on. This can’t be real. This has to be a joke!
Jim: The cities are in chaos and you really want to take a child there? They’re under martial law for Christ’s sake!
Momma: Jim, I don’t believe it. This has to be like some War of the Worlds prank someone is playing since the power is out. I’ll go. You stay here with her. We need food anyway.
Jim: You are not stepping one foot out of this house! The entire United States is out of power and you think it’s a prank?
Momma: If the entire United States is out of power, how are they broadcasting?
Jim: Back up generators… I don’t know… the point is…
I didn’t understand. Martial Law? Does that have something to do with the Kung Fu movies Jim likes to watch? Are people flying around town kicking each other? That would be cool!
I interrupted them then and asked Momma if we could go to town to watch the big fight scene. She rushed over and hushed me, then took me in my room and closed the door. I tried to ask her what was going on, but she just walked over to my dolls, staring at them. I pulled on her shirt and said, “Momma, what’s wrong?” but she just smiled at me and asked me if I wanted to play a game. Adults never tell us kids anything. Why is that?
The Daily Post – Leftovers Sandwich
Today, publish a post based on unused material from a previous piece –a paragraph you nixed, a link you didn’t include, a photo you decided not to use. Let your leftovers shine!
This was a bad cutting to use, but I always liked Angela and felt bad that her story was never told. Maybe I’ll tell her story another way, some other day.
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