Twittering Tales – Broken Empathy

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Photo by paulsbarlow7@pixabay.com

 

Her instinct told her something was wrong. Then she saw the white powdered glass, like snow that glittered on the path, then the broken window.

What hurt most was the message written in ink across her white kitchen tiles that showed a lack of empathy.

“Thanks for the hospitality”.

[280 Characters]

This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge,

see link below:

Twittering Tales #137 – 21 May 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/05/21/rdp-tuesday-sub-snow/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/05/21/hospitality/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/05/21/your-daily-word-prompt-empathy-may-21-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Instinct

 

Guided through Fog – A Haiku

 

When you’re in a fog

Your Instinct will see you through

trust your spirit guide.

 

FOWC with Fandango — Instinct

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/05/20/fog/

landscape photography of mountains covered in snow
Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger on Pexels.com

 

50 Word Thursday #29 – Blurred Instincts

Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/50-word-thursday-29/

This is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/22/50-word-thursday-28-realisation-in-the-desert/

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Familiarity drugs thought, and begins to blur instinct. –
Arthur Upfield’s Bony and the Mouse

Blurred Instincts

What a contrast he was to her ex-boyfriend. He smiled at her as they drank cocktails on the beach. He actually seemed interested in what she had to say, though he gave very little information about himself.

He was youngish and reasonably handsome. When he initially started chatting to her at the Bar she wasn’t interested, something about his smile and those cold eyes she didn’t like. Finally, she’d agreed to have one drink with him. She’d been flattered, there were much prettier girls at the bar. His easy-going manner and the way he listened attentively to what she said had slowly chipped away at her initial reluctance, familiarity drugs thought and begins to blur instinct.

After that, they took their drinks down to the sea and sat on the beach. She sipped her drink and enjoyed the feeling of numbness that rose up from her toes. The sound of the waves lapping against the soft sand was soothing. The smell of the salty sea mingled with the scent of his aftershave.

She woke up suddenly. The sun streamed through the window. A blurred figure stood over her as her eyes adjusted to the light.

It was a female figure dressed in a police uniform.

“Ah, you’re awake. We were worried he’d given you an overdose. You’re lucky our patrol found you when we did before he could carry out his plan. He ran off though and we didn’t manage to catch him. Could you provide us with a description?”

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 29/November/2018

I have included the following word prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/your-daily-word-prompt-information-november-29-2018/