Friday, 8 March 2013

Response 5: The money question


My mind was blank.

I looked up from my feet, searching for something in the eyes of the faces staring at me.

Your answer?

I felt like I was sweating from every pore, my heart straining to burst out of my chest.

Bowing my head I looked back down at my shoes and tried to take a deep breath, the air felt like treacle.

Your answer, please?

I had attracted a lot of attention, becoming a bit of a celebrity.  Everyone had wanted to watch this event; they had crammed them in in like sardines.  The air was stifling.

I have to hurry you, Mrs Potter”

So here was the question of my life.

I wondered again why I was here. My husband had begged me to, and I had always struggled to say no to him.

Especially when he was so ill.

Did you kill your husband Mrs Potter?

2 comments:

  1. Thinking out of the box with the subject this week, a great idea.

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  2. The Winner!!!!!! Great story.

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