Day 7: “Please shut the _____”
Sorry that I haven’t been posting much lately. I wasn’t inspired by many of the posts, so I did my best but they weren’t worthy of being published on this site. I hope this one is!
“Please shut the trunk,” she asked in her nicest voice possible, although she was irritated. “It’ll let all the magic out if you leave it open for one more second.” She heard a thump from behind. Good; the little twit was listening, she thought to herself.
“Why don’t we want the magic out?” The little boy asked, curious, staring at the wooden trunk in the corner of a large living room.
“I do not want to deal with the magic and try hoard it all back in,” Isabelle stated matter-of-factly, not turning to see the nuisance she had picked up on the road.
“But magic doesn’t exist!” Henry, the boy, protested and came into Isabelle’s eye-line.
“In my world it does,” she snapped and reached for her phone. “So what did you say your parents number was?” Her black hair was braided down her back, it felt heavy on her scalp as she reached for the phone.
“I…,” Henry thought for a moment. “I forgot.”
Isabelle swore in her head and glared. “So I’ll have to take you to the police station.”
“Then what do you want me to do, Boy?” Isabelle glared, getting more impatient by the moment. “I can’t just keep you.”
Henry said nothing. He knew it was true. But he had nowhere to go. He was a runaway and didn’t want to go home. He thought that this woman would help him – provide him refuge. He was wrong.
“Then come along,” she urged to pull him by the ear, but refrained. Henry followed her down the set of spiraling stairs that they had come up, and then down another, and another. He was getting dizzy when the woman led him to a metal door which contained five bolts.
Swiftly she unbolted the door and shoved him in. skeletons scattered the floor while chains and cuffs littered the walls. There was not a single light, only coming from the outside. Scared Henry looked back at the woman who instantly spoke with a smirk on her face.