'Hell Bound'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
The previous challenge is now closed. So is the one before that.
This week, let's have a Photo Drabble
Photographs 1 through 5 are From the Look at me archives
Photographs 6-10 are from various groups on Flickr.
Please identify what photograph you are drabbling about.
[link] Photo 9
Mr. Parks dabbed at the sweat on his bald head. "Draw your curtains, Ruby. They're asking us to close the house."
I blinked at him, looked out at the people gathered around the box office, then reached for the cords that drew the velvet curtains that blocked the windows. The crowd yelled disapproval.
"How long will we be closed, Mr. Parks? Lola said--"
"It's nothing neither you nor Lola need worry about." He wiped his head again. There were spots of drying blood on his cuffs. "I'm sure it won't be long."
They last saw Aunt Sadie in Miami, on the beach, moving fast. Something about a motor launch waiting, with the engine running.
They said she robbed that market in Jacksonville, but I didn't believe it. Someone tied up the clerk and pistolwhipped the manager, but Aunt Sadie? In her sensible suit and eyeglasses?
And what about Uncle Ralph? He came home from Florida alone, then moved to Kansas. Daddy whispered something about where the money for the new farm came from, but Mom shushed him.
I got a card from Sadie when I graduated high school, postmarked Costa Rica, but Mom took it away.
photo drabbles are my favorite! Both of yours gave me goosebumps, connie.
I adore the photos, they trigger the weirdest thoughts.
I really liked your first one, connie, but the second was absolutely chilling.
Did Ralph and Sadie split the money? Did Sadie let Ralph keep the money in return for her running off with Raoul in the motor launch?
What makes it particularly chilling? The apparent respectability masking the potential for a violent crime? I was going for melodrama and I'm curious where the twist is.
I got a chill when Mom took away the postcard. It implied to me that there was something sinister about the whole affair that your Mom thought you weren't old enough to comprehend.
Boy, I wish I did those sorts of things consciously.
Chilling is the juxtaposition between what you wrote and especially, with the second picture, how she appeared, running on the beach, but in a sensible suit, with her purse, tight against her, as if she's protecting the contents.