Payton’s Dreams

My good friend Victoria was having a dinner party to celebrate her nuptials to some lawyer on the Northside. He wasn’t able to attend but she put her heart into the dinner. I had arrived early and the roast was not quite ready yet. 

Victoria was good friends with the next door neighbor who had a 11 year old child. I could never tell if it was a girl or boy, it kept it’s hair at a messy ear length. Victoria introduced it as Payton, which was an ambiguous name that still left me confused. Payton smiled shyly and curtsied. Ah, a girl. I hoped. 

Victoria and her neighbor left for the kitchen and left me there with smiling Payton. She looked up at me and wispered something. 

“What’s that dear?” I leaned in closer to her.

“Do you want to see a secret?” She smiled again.

Unsure of what she would show me, I nodded. She smiled even bigger as she took my hand and led me through the kitchen. Her mother gave her a stern look and said, “Don’t be long dear, dinner will be ready shortly.”

Payton nodded and tugged on my arm again as we went through the door to a basement. 

I noticed there was another set of stairs on the opposite as if this were a connected basement between the two townhouses. We hit a landing and continued down more stairs, I felt a chill as I started noticing drawings on the wall. I wondered if this is what Payton had wanted to show me. They started off with smiles and flowers and happy stick figure people but as we reached the bottom of the stairs I realized there were more, not happy stick figures. I looked around the boxes of storage, not sure which house they belonged to. “What is it you wanted to show me Payton, some of mommy’s old toys or something?”

“No.” She said as she kept walking. I followed although I was becoming a bit uneasy. This was definitely an unused basement meant only for storage. The lighting was poor and there was a terrible draft coming from the door we were headed to. As Payton reached out her arm for the door she whispered, “this is what I wanted to show you.”

Behind the door was what should have been a wine cellar but had more boxes of storage. As I stood there in the doorway I began to notice more things drawn on the wall. These were more detailed and very grotesque. Images of crimes one could only imagine for TV shows. “Payton, what are these?”

“My dreams.” She stood smiling at me.

“What do you mean?” I looked at the drawing closest to me, it was a woman and a little boy. Looked vaguely like a headline out of a newspaper I had seen a few years back.

I looked next to that one and there was another drawing of another crime I had seen in the papers years ago.

“These are what I see. I draw them, and then they happen.” She kept looking at me with the same smile on her face.

I began to walk around the room, awestruck, until I came upon a beautifully detailed sculpture out of red clay. “Can you tell me what this one is Payton, I hadn’t heard of this one.”

“Oh! That’s a dream I have that hasn’t come true yet. You see, this man here, is frantic. He thinks he’s figured out a way to cure his son. Cerebal Palsy they called it, its really bad. Well the dad here has decided to take bits of his own brain and put it into his son’s so that his son can have a normal life. But he has gone so mad that he doesn’t realize he has killed his son and is now about to kill himself.”

I stood there quietly trying to process the information. Her sculpture was very detailed, you could see the son was lifeless with his head sawed open with an electric hand saw used for construction. The man’s face was in panic mode, not realizing what he had done yet. “Payton, when did you have this dream? How fast do these dreams of yours come true?”

“It was about a year ago, sometimes they happen right after but sometimes not.” She looked at the sculpture.

“I wonder when this will happen.”

“I don’t know, I was hoping you could help me. Mommy says you’re a retired police man.”

I just stared at her and nodded.


Blog November Thirteen

Good evening fellow blogger. Or reader, or follower, or random person who used a google search and somehow ended up here.

We’re in the middle of NaNoWriMo and I know I mostly prepared you all for me writing everyday with doing Inktober prompts as writing prompts. That was fun, and honestly I’ve had more motivation filling those all in since I lagged behind a bit. My Novel this year is centered around a girl who is among infected people. It’s zombie-esque. But that’s about all I know. I’m on November 13th and I haven’t gotten much of anywhere with it. Some things have held me back, just like they do every year. Writers block being one of them. I can’t seem to think of the main disease killing everyone around my protagonist. And I mean, HELLO! That’s a huge plot point! I haven’t watched too many Zombie movies to really pick out the good and the bad. I’ve had this novel in mind since May and have come up with nothing good. I’ve also been busy. My work just took me off overtime so I’ll finally have a few extra hours in my day to hopefully write more. Another thing keeping me from even sitting down was that I didn’t have a name for my protagonist yet. How can you write a story without a thing as important as a name!! Anyway, tonight I actually had time to search the babyname sites and I think I’ve settled on a decent name.

Anyway, I know I’m really far behind, but I’m not quitting this year like I have in the past. I have 18 whole days to catch up. And hey, maybe I’ll only get to 20000, or maybe even 40000. But that’s way more than I have now, and I’ll be okay with that. Shoot for the Moon and you’ll land amongst the stars!
(which is dumb. the stars are farther away, and if you don’t make it to the moon, you’ll be sucked back into Earth’s gravitational pull)

NaNoWriMo Count: 1529

Inktober: Fall

Day 28.

Mick stared out the window, a fresh blue sky was ready to meet him. He opened the sash and a familiar scent filled his senses. 

Fresh cut grass and crisp leaves and the suttle hint of a barbeque from blocks away. It reminded Mick of the day she left. 

She hopped on the train with just a small suitcase, running away with the promise of a better future. And it saddened Mick. He remembered the feeling of what he was he going to do now that she was gone. The emptyness consumed him that day, but this morning it was muted. 

He closed the window and smiled. Time goes on and heals the wounds of the past, Mick was happy now. He thought of his wife, and his son. 

Mick opened the door to his baby’s room and took the boy to the back yard. They played in the leaves, making new memories.

Inktober: Climb

Day 27!

I sat at the bottom of a ladder. Something drew me to the top and I began my accent. 

The first rung was easy. My knee shot up and an easy pressure brought me to the first step. The second step was even easier still. 

I should have been hesitant, my experience with a ladder had it’s ups and downs. But there was nothing to fear of this ladder. Third rung and fourth rung and fifth and so on. 

I reached the top, but I had a desire to keep going. I sat at the top of the ladder waiting, but I fell backwards and hard. 

Was it my fear coming to a realization? But I felt another presence, another drive to the top. And that’s when I saw the second ladder. Bigger and better and scary, waiting for my climb.

Inktober: Squeak

Day 26!

A teenaged boy set fire to the farmers field on a dare. He didn’t know it would go up in flames the way it did, the crops were unusually dry for this time of year. He stood there staring at the flames in awe of what he had done, his friends who set the dare had long since gone. They didn’t want to get in trouble and high-taled it in the rusty pick up truck.

It was in no time that the farmer who owned the crops came running from his little farmhouse and into the barn. The boy watched the farm animals being released from the barn. He sat there, knewing he had done wrong, but was willing to take the blame. The fire had gotten out of control.

The boy watched the farmer run back into the house and come out with a small child and his wife, they climbed into a truck and drove to the side of the road. They sat and watched the flames slowly take over everything. Fire trucks finally arrived and were able to save the house, but the barn was gone.

The boy still sat there unnoticed. Not a sound was heard from where he sat besides the crackling of the embers from where the corn once stood and a small squeak. The boy looked down at the ground, there was a small mouse covered in ash, must have ran from the field. The boy picked it up and dusted it off, and waited for the cops to come.

Inktober: Ship

Day 25. 

Somewhere off the coast of Alaska a ship is half way sunk in the water. A nearby yatchsman spotted the wreakage and called the coast guard to help save any lives still aboard the ship. The yatchsman circled the ship but didn’t see any signs of life, but he also didn’t see any lifeboats. 

The coast guard finally arrived and after some questionioning sent the yatchsman away. They sent a diving team into the boat, who’s starboard side was still above sea level. They checked every room they could, but there was no luggage. They finally made it to the brig but didn’t see any signs of the crew. Assuming they had all been safely taken away in the lifeboats the coast guard diving team resurfaced and headed back to their own boat.

The coast guard captain had been on call to other coast guards, this seemingly abandoned ship did not come from America. None of the other captains that he spoke to knew anything of this mysterious ship. The whole crew was puzzled and looked to the sinking ship. There was no explanation, no signs of life, no distress calls coming from the ship itself, the yatchsman had no details. Many of the crew held binoculars searching for any evidence at all. But that was it. There was nothing. They watched as the ship slowly sank futher until it disappeared into the deep blue ocean. They gave a proper salute to those that may have been lost and sent out a mourning flare. 

Inktober: Blind

Day 24, can you believe it?

Diane worked in the mail room of a ten story bank building. Every day she made her rounds around one o’clock in the afternoon. She always spent a little extra time on the fourth floor, they always seemed to have the most mail.

Mike worked on the fourth floor of a ten story bank building. He was with the special team that worked on high class clients. He watched a lot of clients buy million dollar homes, but money was no match for his favorite time of day, 1:30PM.

Diane led a pretty boring life she thought. Sorting mail and delivering it and then sorting packages and delivering them. She’d go home to her frozen dinners and feed her two cats. She’d call her parents and remind them that moving to the city was the happiest thing she had done. But it wasn’t. 

Mike couldn’t wait for the weekend. He worked hard long hours every day so that he could have Friday’s off, per company policy. Though if he knew he was expecting a package on a Friday afternoon he would always somehow find his way back to the office. He loved Diane, though he didn’t even know her name. 

Diane had many friendly conversations in the office building. None that she would consider good friends. And none of them had invited her anywhere outside of work and she had never invited them. After all, she was just the mail girl.

Mike waited one particular Friday afternoon.

Diane couldn’t take Fridays off, the mail never stopped just because it was the weekend.

Mike waved to Diane as she walked in the door but she didn’t see him.

Diane walked in the door of the fourth floor. This was her favorite floor, the people there were always so nice.

Mike watched as she gave mail to all of his co-workers. He was her last stop before she went to the fifth floor. He decided this was a good day to talk with her a little longer.

Diane looked in her cart. She had one more package to deliver, it was to Mike. Mike was one of her favorites. He always had the best jokes and always treated her like more than just the mail girl.

Mike made small talk about the weather and finally decided to ask her to dinner later that evening.

Diane accepted the dinner invitation. She wasn’t sure why he asked her, but she found herself blushing in the elevator. She figured everyone was blind to her, but there was Mike seeing more than just a mail girl.