What happens when a young woman is caught up in a WEB of lies? Does she go to the World-Wide WEB to find answers? In today’s response to Twitter’s #1lineWed, our heroine has to fight the cobWEBs in her head before the worst happens.
Melanie stood there swaying. Blinking blearily, she searched her surroundings. A smoky haze hung in the air and the stink of cigarette and cigar smoke mixed with rancid body odor. Low voices murmured in the background, none loud enough to understand. Another sound caught her attention—quiet sobbing. Was she making that noise?
A man swam into her fuzzy vision. A scar slashed from his forehead to his cheek, crossing his eye. He looked dark, dangerous and her instincts warned her to run. Too bad her body wouldn’t obey. He grabbed her chin, twisting her face one way then the other.
“Too bad there is no money for you.” His thick Russian accent sent icy sludge into her veins.
“Do you favor her then?” A second man stepped into the light. He was… The cobwebs in her brain kept her from finding a word. Magnificent finally came to mind. He was light to the other man’s dark but danger rolled off him in waves. She could feel it like a touch against her skin, as if he stroked his palm down her back, over and and over.
“Too fat for me,” the Russian spat.
“Aye, each to his own.” The hint of Ireland in his voice was like poetry and Melanie leaned toward him. His hand in the middle of her chest kept her from face-planting. “Christ, how much did they dose you with?”
She tried to answer but her mouth seemed to be full of peanut butter. How was that even possible? She hadn’t eaten anything. Mel sought out the man’s eyes. She wasn’t sure what she expected to find there, but it wasn’t the total lack of emotion she saw. Recoiling, she staggered back.
What was wrong with her? She pressed the heels of her hands against her temples as his words finally penetrated the haze. How much did they does you with? Roofie. Somebody had roofied her. The greasy, black miasma of unconsciousness roiled up from the pit of her stomach. She managed two words. “Help me.”
Before anyone gets excited, that’s a snippet written as a bit of flash fiction based on a word/phrase theme, which was: Too bad there is no money for you. Iffy took me to this scene and eventually, Mel and her unnamed Irish hero will get their story. I can tell you that he’s a Wolf and a member of the Irish Mob.
Anyone have WEB words to share?