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October 16, 2019

Fiction: Melinda met the devil or so she thought

This week's Words for Wednesday prompts are two phrases: You can't judge a book by its cover;  And/or The squeaky wheel gets the grease and a very short story for you to expand (or not):
For Sale.
Wedding Dress.
Never worn.

I didn't use either phrases since they didn't inspire anything but the 'wedding dress' inspired this story but don't ask what it means. And I actually posted on a Wednesday, well, on my side of the world at least.

For more Words for Wednesday, visit Elephant's Child's blog here.

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Fiction: Melinda met the devil or so she thought

Melinda was sobbing at the downtown mall's second floor ladies restroom when someone knocked on her stall door. She held back her sob and said, "Occupied."

But the knocking came again. She repeated, "Occupied."

But the knocking came yet again. "I said 'Occupied!" she shouted.

Again, the knocking came. She didn't bother putting her shoes back on and just got up and pulled the door opened and shouted, "What do you want?"

The man standing there had his hands in his pants pockets. His pale face was a deep contrast to his long black hair, black suit and worn out crimson boots. He tilted his head slightly and veered his eyes up toward her head of disheveled brown waves and down to her bare feet peeking out from the dark stained hem of her wedding dress. She felt a slight chill. "I want to know when you're ready to leave."

"Leave? To go where? You're in the ladies' restroom, do you know?" She looked around her and was glad to see no urinals. She turned back to the man. His eyes were light gray, almost colorless. She felt uneasy under his gaze.

"To hell. That is your destination."

"What the hel— I mean what do you mean?"

"It's time you go where you are destined, Melinda."

"How did you—" She let out a sigh. "What are you talking about? Are you the devil or something?"

"Or something. Call me Devin." He grinned showing his set of perfectly aligned, gleaming white teeth.

"I'm— I'm not dead," she said but even as the words slipped out of her mouth she was not certain if she was lying or not. She looked for a place to sit and saw the wooden chair by the sink and sat down only to fall to the floor. One of the chair's leg slid out. She peered up at Devin. He held out a hand but she ignored it. "Why— How could I have died?"

He withdrew his hand and slid it back into his pants pocket. "Well, did you noticed that bus that was coming toward you a while ago?"

She shook her head. But the image of the bus headlights came into her mind. But she had dodged the bus. She was safe. She looked up at Devin. He was shaking his head as if he knew what she was thinking. "You weren't safe. Your spirit came out of your body before the bus hit you. Now, if you'll follow me—"

"No! I am not dead." She struggled to push herself up. Devin offered a hand again but she ignored it. She stepped on bits of her dress hem and ripped it as she forcefully stood up. "I am not dead. I haven't even gotten married."

"Well, is that our fault?" He lifted an eyebrow.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I am not leaving. I refused to go with you."

"Then I have no choice. Goodbye and good luck." He vanished. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. But he was gone. She looked around her — at the faded yellow wallpaper, the gray stalls with various writings, the tiled floor with yellow flowers — how did she ended up here? She remembered before the ceremony started, she felt she could not marry Barry then, nor ever. She walked calmly toward the exit and when people started pulling at her arms, she bolted out of the building. She saw the mall across the street and ran inside. It was bright and cheery. She wondered where to go and then she suddenly had to pee. Within moments she was in the ladies room. Then she was sobbing and remembering how her life was over and then the knocking came.

She could not have died not without her knowing and yet, she could sense something was off. Was she dreaming? She slapped her cheek but felt nothing. If she was dreaming, then why did she not feel normal?

Her vision started to swim. Her head ached. She closed her eyes and then opened them again. The dark sky greeted her. A man's face appeared. He wore a white shirt with a red cross embroidered on the sleeve. "Ma'am, do you know where you are?"

She stared at him. She had no idea where she was. Her head was pounding as if a hammer had struck her. The sky turned into a white ceiling. The sirens and voices were muffled. She could not move. Something was holding her down. But then she spied boots peeking out of the hem of her dress — they were crimson.

12 comments:

  1. This is intriguing. More please. And has she turned into Devin - or just acquired his boots. And is she ok?

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    1. I don't know if she turned into Devin because I have not thought that but I did think he gave her the boots because he didn't like seeing her barefooted, perhaps he pity her a little? I will think on this and see if I can write more.

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  2. I was hooked the minute I read that Melinda was in a ladies restroom without her shoes on. I sobbed for her.

    What fun it is to read the different responses to Wednesday's Words!

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    1. People crying in bathroom are like the saddest thing there is, I think. I should have added that she pulled at the toilet paper and dabbed her eyes with it because she really wouldn't have had anything with her.

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    1. I think so too. Although, it probably needs a few editing but I like it.

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  4. Good story. Glad that Melinda got a reprieve at the end.

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    1. I like to give happy endings to my characters.

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  5. I love this! I love (almost) anything that has to do with dead/undead characters (I don't mean zombies though LOL) to begin with. But this was an intriguing story, and if I understood it correctly, that was a nice twist.

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    1. Me too, ghosts, undead people sure but never zombies, nope, never.

      That title is my idea line, I write ideas down like summaries and since I couldn't think of a title, I used it.

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  6. Excellent! Intriguing! Can't wait to read more.

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