I saw nothing- Day 5- Writing 101

A/N: So todays prompt was that you found a letter and it affected you and you wanted to return it to the owner. The twist was to be brief, make it shorter then what you normally would write. writing-101-june-2014-class-badge-2This twist was difficult for me, short is not my forte. This is really more a scene then a story. Maybe one day I’ll take it and make it longer, see where it can go.


The paper slip out from among the stack of magazines and what appeared to be a variety of junk mail. The man didn’t even glance down as the paper landed gently on the sidewalk beside me.

I stopped and picked up the bright blue sheet intending to crumble it up and throw it away. I doubted it was anything significant. Bright colored paper didn’t really scream official, and don’t throw me away; I’m needed. I held the paper print side down. I turned it over just to see what they were trying to sell or what event they were trying to persuade me to be apart of.
What I saw was a hastily scribbled note. The writing was cramped, letters all different sizes and running together so much it felt like I was trying to decipher a cryptogram. After a minute I puzzled it out and read the note, “Bring me my heart you bastard. 9:00 pm at the corner of Elm and High. If I die you are at fault and you will regret it. Understand?” I stood open mouthed staring at the paper, my stunned brain read the words again but couldn’t actually follow what they were saying. What the hell was I holding?

Only took me split second to decide what to do. I turned and saw that the man was on the corner, waiting for the light to change. I ran up to him, pushing past the people around me, trying to reach him before he moved. I did not want to hold this paper any longer then I had to.

“Hey!” I called. The man turned and gave me a raised eyebrow.

“Yes?” He asked once I got closer.

I handed him the sheet of paper. He took it and I raised my hands in a surrender pose. “I don’t want to know. I saw nothing. Please don’t kill me.” I turned and headed back up the street, not waiting for his reply.

I felt his eyes following me back into the tangle of the crowded street. My heart beat was in overdrive. I wonder if I called in to work and said, “I might have just pissed off some cult/mob, I’m going to be out for the day and possibly be moving to some country no one can name. Hope that’s all right,” that they would buy it.

Posted on June 6, 2014, in Blogging University- Writing 101- June 2014 and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Thank you 🙂


  2. Thanks glad you enjoyed it 🙂


  3. well done! I enjoyed reading!


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