Friday Fictioneers 100 Words Challenge: Walking Away
Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Mom said she never changed anything after they took me to prison. Except Howdy Doody. “Hi Mr. Doody!” He was on the floor the last time I saw him.
The man had entered my room and threw him at me and called me a baby before he left and hurt my mom. I killed him with that big knife mama used to cut up meat. The courts said I didn’t know right from wrong. I knew. You stab someone 34 times you know. You keep count.
The guards tell me it is time to return. I keep saying “It’s Howdy Doody Time, It’s Howdy Doody Time!”
Oh Danny Boy! 
I would say keeping coumt of 34 stab wounds change it from self-defense to murder….
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No argument on my part.
DJ
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Once he got a taste for blood he got a taste for blood.
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Very Good. I may use that thought as a follow up post some day.
DJ
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Twisted and messed up character – as I imagine you would be going through that – a very clear flash – written precisely.
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Howdy Doody! What a memory is that one – and you put it to such good use. Your story is full of glimpses of a very disturbed little person. I assume the man was actually the kids father…
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I love open endings. It’s your call. Be it father or boyfriend he was still an abuser.
Dj
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Sinister. Very sinister. I approve 🙂
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Why, thank you!
DJ
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🙂
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I think if I stabbed someone 34 times, I’d lose count. LOL! But that’s just me. There is something very sinister about Howdy Doody now that I think about it. He’s really pretty scary. I found this piece to be darkly affecting.
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Thanks for your comment Linda!
DJ
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See how your have won our hearts with this beautiful story? Kept them coming in the coming days. Nice to meet you. Enjoy!
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Pleasure to find this group.
DJ
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Dear Mr. James,
Any relation to Henry? (Sorry, had to ask.) Your protagonist reminds me of the guy trying to get out of the navy by picking up imaginary bit of paper and examining their nonexistent messages. “Not it,” he replies again and again until the psycho-babblers give him a section eight. When he gets the piece of paper he looks at it and says, “That’s it.”
Wondering if there’ll be a sequel.
Welcome to the party, pal.
Aloha,
Doug
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Dear Danny,
First, welcome to Friday Fictioneers. It’s an addictive challenge. You certainly rose to meet it.
Have you ever seen the movie “Spider” with Ralph Fiennes? This put me in mind of it.
Well-crafted in a chilling sort of way.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks! I had a lot of fun with that one and look forward to future challenges. I saw the picture just before I left to run an errand. The story just encompassed my thoughts for a few hours. The challenge, of course, was to get it down to 100 words.
DJ
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Ending is dark but surprisingly it remains calm…or is it just me. good job
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Thanks for your comment. Ending is what you make it…I left it open to interpretation.
DJ
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Very dark, I love this part: ” I knew. You stab someone 34 times you know. You keep count.”
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Thanks. I liked that last line myself 🙂
DJ
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