Welcome to Sunday Scribbles! Today marks week 41 of the 52 week writing challenge! Introductory post: Sunday Scribbles announcement post Past prompts: Sunday Scribbles past prompts The prompt for Sunday 15th October […]
Abigail shook her head and glanced at the floor near the passenger seat again. Her fingers twitched by her side. No. She was not digging around under the passenger seat whilst stuck in traffic. She could remember. She usually did, eventually. She just had to stop panicking.
‘Like he knows anything,’ Elaine replied. She pouted and glared at the deck. ‘If I can’t be governor, I’ll be a pirate and plunder everything he has. That’ll show him.’
‘Good luck doing that as a cabin girl, wench,’ one of her crew mates taunted. He shoved Elaine from behind and she lost her balance. Sopping wet, she pulled her head from the bucket of water and threw her sponge at him. Hard.
‘Don’t…’ he said, with a warning growl.
‘Don’t? You wanted me to move my stuff!’
‘Yeah, but there’s a knack to openin’ the door,’ her father insisted.
He motioned backwards and eased the door up. The contents behind creaked. Lily took a couple of steps back as a wave of brightly coloured balls cascaded out.
‘First that purple space dragon, and now giant snails? Why is everything in outer space so big?’
‘They won’t hurt us, Arthur. We’re heroes,’ Merlin replied from behind the bush.
Arthur raised an eyebrow. ‘So why are you hiding?’
‘What the…?’ I heard the man say. ‘Quit playing games and get back here, you hooligan.’
I opened my mouth to respond, to yell for help, but the rope, tight around my wrist and waist, curled upwards and covered my mouth.
‘Shh, you are safe here,’ a voice hissed in my ear.
‘If he’s gonna get fired, he’s no use to us, Cherry.’
Shawn held up his hands and backtracked. ‘Fired? Did I say fired? I won’t get fired… Well. If you play dead, and leave home, and conjure up a couple of fake bodies… and… Oh who am I kidding? You may as well shoot me now.’
The man shrugged and aimed his gun at Shawn’s face. ‘Okay.’
‘It may not have seen us, but it’s seen them,’ Arthur replied. He pointed to three woman and a child, trapped in a building in the dragons line of fire.
‘Dammit!’ Merlin huffed and ran a hand through dark hair as he surveyed the area around him. Apple trees? No. Those took years to grow. He couldn’t set them alight to distract the dragon. ‘Thirty apple trees, lots of rubble, but nothing to play with.’
‘Quit playing games and help them!’ Arthur yelled, as the cornered citizens continued to cower. ‘Before the space dragon eats them!’
A sharp pair of nails dug into his arm. ‘Oww! What was that for?’
‘Trying to wake you up,’ Shawn replied with a shrug. ‘Did it work?’
‘I’m still here, aren’t I?’ Carlton retorted. He watched the trees sway in the wind. It couldn’t be real, could it? He didn’t remember getting on a plane.