Thursday, 19 July 2012

Wednesday Blog Hop - Drawn to Peace

Here is this weeks interpretation for the Wednesday Blog Hop.  The photo and five words to be included this time are:


For the full rules of the Blog Hop head on over to The World of My Imagination, where you'll also find  plenty of other excellent shorts inspired by these prompts.

Drawn to Peace

Brenda opened her eyes and allowed them to adjust to the dark. She eased her head from the pillow and glanced over to the door, the reassuring light still creeping through the gap at the bottom. Resting her head back again she was just about to close her eyes when a noise drifted in to her room. It was fairly muffled to begin with as it seeped in around the edges between door and frame, but with a soft click the door was opened. It was as though the sound itself had pushed it open, and now it filled the room around her.
She was wide awake now, trembling a little waiting for someone to walk through. She wondered if it were the nurse on her rounds. But nobody came, and the music played on. She realised now what it was, not just noise but music.
Slowly she climbed out of bed, reaching for her cardigan draped over the chair. Pulling it close around her she edged towards the light in the corridor. She was concentrating hard on what may be outside, and jumped out of her own skin when she caught a flash in front of her. Steadying herself against the wall she realised her brooch had caught the light in the mirror. Inwardly she cursed herself for being so silly.
She made it out into the corridor and shuffled along in her slippers, passing familiar doors of the other residents as she went. She seemed to be the only one that heard the haunting music. It was drawing her towards itself now, she was caught in some kind of trance she couldn't free herself from.
She headed down the stairs under its spell, helpless to stop herself and not knowing where it was taking her. It drew her around the corner at the bottom of the stairs and she realised it was taking her to the recreation room. As she entered she could now see where the music was coming from. In the corner, standing on its own behind a large purple sofa was a large music box. It had been there for as long as she could remember, its once bright colours now fading with each passing year. She had never known so much as a peep to come from it, but now it played in all its glory, haunting the empty room with it accordian and drumbeats.
With her attention on the music she didn't notice the figure enter the room, one so familiar to her she knew it even in this dim light. Peter, her husband of fifty years, stood before her smiling. He was a shadow of his former self, skin almost peeling from his face, a cockroach crawling from inside his shirt.
He gazed at her with pride and then she knew. She knew it was her time to go, to finally be at peace with her husband.

Word count: 485


  1. Oh what a good story!! I love how you used the picture. It's dreamy and haunting at the same time!

    Thank you SO much for joining!! Make sure you submit your link!

  2. Hi Nicole, Thanks for liking the story; it's always a boost to know people are enjoying things I write.
    I've tried submitting my link on your blog but I can't find the option to, not like the last time.

    Cheers, Heather

  3. Hey heather! It's at the bottom, the inlinkz button ad you click that to submit your link!

  4. This is very peaceful for the content. Except for the cockroach part, but that's not your fault. I hate cockroaches. *shudder*

    Anyway, I have a blogging award for you on my site. :)

  5. You had me drawn into the story and I just knew something was going to happen. But when you said she was drawn to the music and then she started walking I shouted no! Don't go! It was a great clip!