Prompt Short Story: Perspective – Donna & Elliot

Donna & Elliot

(WIP, “Perspective”)

by

Lee Hulme

[All stories in this series:
1: Drew     2: Vicky     3: Egs     4: Danson     5: Egs & Danson     6: Nelle     7: Elliot     8: Emmeline    9: Josie     10: Nelson     11: Jase     12: Hilda     13: Jase & Danson     14: Drew & Vicky     15: Donna & Elliot]

Egs nodded to the police officers on guard outside Donna and Elliot’s room as she and Danson entered. They nodded back and continued the crossword puzzle they were doing together. Guard duty for two criminals who couldn’t move wasn’t exactly the highlight of their careers, and neither could be bothered to comment on the pillowcase that Danson was folding.

Inside the room, they both dropped their eyes until Elliot was blindfolded.

“If that comes off, you get a new hole, got it?” Danson warned him, “I don’t care about any trouble I’ll get into, I will shoot you if I think that thing is coming out.”

Elliot nodded slowly, one hand coming carefully to his face to adjust the blindfold into a more comfortable position. His face was free of burns, pale but for his lips which were a bright red.

Danson sat where he could see both patients, allowing Egs the freedom of the room. Continue reading

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Prompt Short Story: Perspective – Drew & Vicky

Note before we begin this story, if you’re unfamiliar with the use of the singular ‘they’ as a pronoun replacement for he/she, please check out these links:
https://www.merriam-webster.com/words-at-play/singular-nonbinary-they
https://nonbinary.wiki/wiki/Singular_they

Drew & Vicky

(WIP, “Perspective”)

by

Lee Hulme

[All stories in this series:
1: Drew     2: Vicky     3: Egs     4: Danson     5: Egs & Danson     6: Nelle     7: Elliot     8: Emmeline    9: Josie     10: Nelson     11: Jase     12: Hilda     13: Jase & Danson     14: Drew & Vicky     15: Donna & Elliot]

Egs, Danson and Jase woke with hangovers. Danson in the main bedroom, Egs in the spare, Jase on the sofa. After grumbling their way through coffee and toast, Danson and Egs dressed.

“You, stay here,” Egs warned Jase. “We’ll figure out what we’re doing with you, but right now we need to talk to the kidnappers, and their kidnapped, see if we can get any info on this goddamned creature.”

Jase nodded miserably, his face starkly white.

Danson looked at him, took a step closer, then changed his mind, turning away to collect his coat and exiting the house, leaving the front door open.

Egs nodded to Jase and went after her partner.

“I know I have to talk to him properly,” Danson said, climbing in the passenger side of their unmarked car. Continue reading

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Prompt Short Story: Perspective – Jase & Danson

Jase & Danson

(WIP, “Perspective”)

by

Lee Hulme

[All stories in this series:
1: Drew     2: Vicky     3: Egs     4: Danson     5: Egs & Danson     6: Nelle     7: Elliot     8: Emmeline    9: Josie     10: Nelson     11: Jase     12: Hilda     13: Jase & Danson     14: Drew & Vicky     15: Donna & Elliot]

Jase returned home, exhausted, but not able to drop just yet. He deposited his clothes in the washing machine, adding heavy duty cleaner to remove the acrid stench of smoke and petrol. Removing it from himself required a hot shower, and he headed there next, wetting his curly brown locks under a stream just a fraction too hot for comfort and scrubbing himself down, watching his tan skin turn red and blotchy.

If only scrubbing away the act, the memory, the knowledge, was so easy, he thought, and not for the first time.

He understood that some revelled in destruction, that they would relish this work he so hated, but it had only ever been about the money for him, the desperation, the need to escape and be a person instead of the pile of dirt people telegraphed their disgust in when they saw him, homeless and starving, and daring to get in the way of their comfortable ignorance.

Head down, Jason let the shower run over him until he realised he was swaying on his feet, drifting towards sleep. He jerked his head up, turned off the shower and dried himself with one of Danson’s huge, fluffy, person-sized towels. He scrunched his hair to remove the worst of the water, tied it into a loose ponytail, and left it for now – his only real vanity, those long curls, and he would have to wet them again after waking, but he was far too tired to dry them properly right now. Continue reading

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