Sunday Scribbles Week 31: The odd one out.

Welcome to Sunday Scribbles!

Today marks week 31 of the 52 week writing challenge!

Introductory post: Sunday Scribbles announcement post
Past prompts: Sunday Scribbles past prompts

The prompt for Sunday 6th August is ‘Family’:

SS 6th August Family

#FlashFicHive is back this month, so I’m trying to keep this months Sunday Scribbles posts under 1000 words, and hopefully between 600-800. Details here on Twitter! 

This weeks prompt deals with the black sheep of the family.

My Attempt:

Marty’s family always warned him to be cautious around Aunt Edith.

The first time Marty met her, his father kept a firm grip on his shoulder and guided him away when he saw his son open his mouth to speak. Around them, the candles flickered, and soon after, Marty and his brothers and sisters were sent to bed.

Later, after the guests left their beach house and the family retired for the night, Marty heard his parents raised voices, and he crept out onto his balcony to listen.

‘I didn’t invite her!’ his father retorted. 

Marty leaned against the wooden railing and listened intently over the crash of the waves below.

‘She’s your sister! Tell her not to come again!’ his mother replied. ‘We can’t have her near the boy. Our family barely survived the last scandal.’

‘I know, I know,’ his father replied. ‘Don’t worry about it. I’ll keep him away.’

Marty frowned as the sea breeze tickled his bare toes. He crept away, intent now more than ever to talk to Aunt Edith.

He was in luck. Aunt Edith came to every party after that, much to his fathers disdain. She sat alone in the corner, for the guests were wary and kept their distance, and Marty wondered why she came at all. If he had a choice, he wouldn’t be here, surrounded by the prim and proper children from the village, and the even duller adults. She didn’t belong here, and neither did he.

His brothers and sisters revelled in the attention. Mingled with the equally cold and aloof merchants, lords, and their offspring. Despite their bright clothes, they held no colour. Not like Aunt Edith. Aunt Edith was the most interesting person here, even though Marty had yet to speak to her. Where the others were grey and lifeless, she sparkled with a radiance unlike anything he had even seen, even despite her tattered grey gown.

‘Why do we fear her?’ Marty asked, when his father grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and dragged him away from his Aunt for the fourth time. When he glanced back, Aunt Edith’s smile was fond, and the warmth in her eyes resonated with him. Called to him.

The tablecloth began to smoke. Marty glanced at his father, who still had his eyes on Aunt Edith, and covered the flame quickly. He glanced up at the mirror and stifled a gasp. His eyes were sparkling red. Flames tickled his hand, but, as they began to recede, so did the crimson in his eyes. Marty glanced up at his father and held his breath.

His father merely turned to him and shook his head. ‘Not fear.’

Marty let out the breath he was holding. ‘But you won’t let me alone with her, and you told me to be cautious! Why be cautious if there’s nothing to fear?’

‘She’d lead you astray, boy. Promise me you’ll stay away.’

Marty nodded, but as he walked away, his fingers curled around a pencil and a scrap of paper in his pocket. When the party was over, and the family had retired to bed, Marty slunk into his fathers office. The family raven cawed as he scribbled, ‘Can you meet me?’ on a scrap of paper.

A loud crack split the air, and in a puff of smoke behind him, Aunt Edith appeared. ‘You wanted to talk to me?’

‘You… What did you do?’ Marty asked, eyes wide and on his feet in an instant. He moved towards Aunt Edith with quick strides, pencil clenched in his hand. Aunt Edith flinched. Marty stopped and said in a rush, ‘Teach me.’

‘Your father would not approve.’

‘I don’t like my father.’

Aunt Edith chuckled. ‘Neither do I, and he never liked me much either.’

‘You don’t care?’

‘I chose my own family,’ Aunt Edith replied. She held out a hand. ‘You can too.’

Marty looked up at her eyes. They sparkled purple. He gestured to his face. ‘Mine were red.’

Edith grinned. ‘You have an affinity with fire. You were born this way.’

‘Is my… my magic. Is it why they kept me from you?’

‘They believe if you ignore it, it won’t amount to anything,’ Edith replied with a nod. ‘How wrong they are.’

She beckoned him closer. Marty glanced over his shoulder. Glimpsed the stairs. All was quiet, guests outcast. Would his father one day outcast him too? Marty bit his lip. Of course he would. He had outcast Edith, and she was his sister.

Marty grabbed his aunts hand, and she waved her other at the desk. His note sparkled, and before he could crane his neck far enough to see it, they disappeared in a puff of purple smoke. 

The note fluttered from the desk to the floor, face up. ‘I’ve taken the boy. We’re never coming back.’

End Prompt.

Thanks for reading!

The ending of this is slightly ambiguous. Edith’s purples could be a hint to royalty, or to poison. Is she evil or good? I’m not sure on her intentions yet. I may write a sequel.

Next Sunday’s prompt:

The prompt for 13th August is ‘Movies.’

ssbanner 13th aug movies

If you try next weeks prompt yourself, let me know how it goes. Post your attempt on your blog on the 13th August, and leave a link in the comments below this post so that I can read it 🙂

If you can attempt the prompt in less than 140 characters, you can also #sunscribbles on Twitter. I am super interested to see what you all come up with 🙂

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