As the wonderful season of autumn / fall approaches us, I wanted to create an original writing prompt series to celebrate!
I invite everyone who sees this to participate, if you choose.
The idea is to look at the prompt, take at least five minutes on three Fridays in September 2019, and come up with a story/poem/scene, or whatever strikes your fancy with those words.
I may extend this further than the end of September, but we shall see. Until then, have fun! You can use the image at the top of this post – Just please make sure to credit it.
Here we go!
- September 13th: Apple Picking
- September 20th: Fall Leaves
- September 27th: Pumpkin Patch
CW: This is a fictional story, but it does contain violence, guns, and characters who are minors.
The remaining fall leaves on the front lawn were scattered by shotgun blasts.
Adam’s eyes went wide as his wife expertly used the 20-gauge. He had reluctantly agreed to buy it as the leaves had started to turn, strictly as a home defense method after they’d moved into their new house over the summer.
He hadn’t seen Catherine so passionate in months, but he knew she was acting mainly in fear. She took all the safety classes, even joined three Facebook groups for shotgun owners and home defense.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Catherine’s eyes met his. His mouth closed as he reached for the baseball bat under the stairs. Catherine was in war mode.
The storm door, now peppered with pellet holes, made Adam wince, but knew Catherine was only using it because the threat was now real. This “gang” had been tormenting them for months, and Catherine finally had had enough on that cold day in late November.
“Get off my property! NOW!”
The gang, originally ready for what had looked like an easy break-in on the day after Thanksgiving, slowly realized the shotgun was aimed at them.
“Guys, we should go.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”
“We picked the wrong house.”
The gang backed up, almost in unison, and crunched the red and orange maple leaves as their sneakers picked up speed.
The five gang members narrowly escaped another round of pellets as they hit the sidewalk. Aside from the deafening blasts, sirens were coming closer.
As they ran down the block, someone’s shoelace loosened enough, and they tripped.
The first police cars pulled up before the gang could disappear around the next corner.
“Ouch! My arm!”
Officer Jones saw the gang member on the ground, clutching his elbow.
“Are you okay, son?”
“I … think so. Ouch, damn it. My arm – I think it’s broken.”
Officer Jones assessed him quickly, waving over another officer.
“Watch your language, okay, son?”
“He’s not shot, thank goodness. But he does have a broken arm or elbow. Call it in. We need to get the others.”
Officers Graham and Rodriguez hustled down the street. Others joined them via calls on the radio.
About five minutes later, two out of the three were struggling against the officers. The fourth, the self-proclaimed “runner,” had gotten away. Two other officers were headed to find him.
The mix of fall leaves blew against the officers and suspects. None of the suspects had been shot, amazingly, and the deafening blast sounds had ceased.
“Let’s see some ID, please.”
“Back pants pocket, in my wallet, Officer.”
“Here we go. Oh, my God …”
“What is it, Jones?”
“It’s an ID from Heritage Heights. Middle School.”
Two other Heritage Heights Middle School IDs were discovered. The gang members hung their heads, wise to not utter a word. Their faces were ashen as the officers led them back to Adam and Catherine’s house.
Catherine peacefully surrendered the 20-gauge through the intact back screen porch. The entire neighborhood knew the front of the house, the lawn, the sidewalk were all part of the crime scene.
She turned to Adam, and cried into his sweater.
“It’s okay, baby. You stood your ground. It’s all going to be okay.”
The fall leaves were finally still as the chaos of November 26th ended, and the investigation began.
Come back next Friday for another prompt post!
If you do decide to participate, please link back to this post. Thanks!
Until the next headline, Laura Beth 🙂