You know what that means, Readers. Friday Fictioneers! Many thanks to our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, whose weekly dedication inspires so many writers all over the world. Also thanks to Madison Woods for this week’s photo.
My story this week may be a bit gruesome, and definitely mysterious. I have a new villain stalking around in my head, folks. And he wants to know about your lives…unlived.
Ropes cut into Mary’s wrists as she struggled against them. Her nostrils flared as she breathed desperately through her nose and bit down on her gag.
“Now, now, Miss Penny, struggling won’t do you any good.” Her kidnapper stalked around her. Mary flinched as he untied her gag.
Immediately she screamed.
In an instant his hand was around her throat, cutting off her air. Images flashed before Mary’s eyes. Familiar faces. Vacations. A wedding ring. A pregnancy test.
“Yes, there it is,” the man breathed. He released her throat.
“Now tell me, Mary Penny. Tell me about your Life Unlived.”