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Twenty minutes later, Becky’s grandmother calmed down and was convinced that Brenda’s appearance was only a fluke. That the girl on her trip was someone entirely different. Brenda’s stomach still tied into knots, though, everyone time Becky’s grandmother eyed her.
Brenda busy with the task of pulling the torn thread off her nightgown while watching the wind dry their laundry outside. But a snippet of conversation between Becky’s grandmother and Becky’s parents caught her attention.
“…and legend has it that these two people were sent back in time together because of a curse one of them came upon.”
Becky’s mother laughed in excitement. “How creepy! Where did you hear about this story? And why were two people sent back?”
Becky’s grandmother shrugged. “Something I overheard on the plane. And you know how I love a good curse.”
The group laughed. Except for Brenda and Becky.
“So how does someone get out of this curse?” Becky’s father asked.
Brenda straightened up in her seat on the couch and waited for this answer. Becky’s grandmother shrugged. “Not too sure. They have to figure out first whey they were brought together.”
“Well,” Becky’s father asked standing up from the couch. “Mom, it was nice of you to come by and share your vacation photos.”
Becky’s grandmother stood up and gave him a quick hug. “I’ll make sure to leave those gifts I got from the flea market. ” She hugged Becky’s mom as well. “Alright, you don’t need me then, since you have your babysitter here.” She came up to Brenda and patted her shoulder. “Sorry to scare you dear. You gave me such a fright. You look just like that girl from the museum.”
Everyone said their goodbyes and all that was left was Becky and Brenda. They stared at each other.
“So, how did you curse us?” Becky asked.
“Me?”
“It would have to be.” Becky said. “Otherwise how the hell did I get here?”
This stopped Brenda in her tracks. “Where…where were you before?”
“Well, I was 25 staying in a cabin with my friends when boom…”
The rush of cold wind blew through the hair.
“Digging up the past will tell you why you are here…just a small price to pay…”
So this is it! You still have a chance to submit your story for last week’s prompt, so check this link to find out what you have to do to join in!
How exciting! I want to know more about where Becky comes from and how she got there…
~Dee
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Thanks Dee!! š I'll post the ongoing story on a page on my blog! š
yeah me too LOL. Wondering what happens next š
Hee hee… Thanks!
You've got me clinging on… till next week š
Thanks Anne! š
Ohhh, I loved the first part of this story. I could completely relate. I remember I went to some event about 6 years ago in a little shop in Hong Kong. There was this older lady sitting across from me, and no matter what anyone did or said, she just stared at me. Made me squirm in my seat, and after ahwile I started getting knots in my stomach. She wasn't creepy, she just made me feel kind of weirded out. Later she came up to me and said in an English accent "You've got seer's eyes my dear." I later learned she was a local psychic. Curses, time travel, and psychic stuff, it brings out a good story no matter how true or fiction it is š
Oh how cool!!! Now THAT is a good story!! I love it! Yah stuff like this ALWAYS gets me Everytime!
Hee hee, yes I could tell, it was one of the things that drew me into your blog. š
Ooh, I think it's starting to come together a little bit. If this was a normal story, I might have a guess to what's going on. But since it's a prompt inspired one … who knows? š
I know right?? I'm thinking I might now where to take it…but I'm not too sure where the prompts will take it!