Watchman Wayne completed his patrol and went to the abandoned building where the minions took Violet away. On the ground in the courtyard lay a stained and colorful handkerchief.
Curious, he folded it and put it in his breast pocket. As he stepped inside, the stairway was cluttered with dark fabric.
The room upstairs was different than he remembered. It looked as if someone had thrown paint all over the walls.
No one was around to hear him and he cried tears of deep regret and sorrow.
“Violet, I am sorry I could not save you from the minions.” She had such a sweet disposition and he was powerless to stop them.
Wayne felt a spinning sensation and fought it. Perhaps something in the air was altering his senses.
Instinct told him to get out. He put the old handkerchief on his face. It dropped to the floor as if it weighed much more than its small size.
An apparition appeared. It was Violet.
He saw her. Violet.
“Violet!” He cried.
She appeared in solid form. It was her!
“We have to stop the minions!” She proclaimed.
“It’s all over Violet, the minions are gone. I don’t know where you went, but I am glad to have found you!”
Violet was confused. “I feel like I woke from a dream. There was a statue in my dream and I sat upon its shoulder.”
Violet was suddenly self conscious. She turned away, hiding behind her hair.
“Are you ok?” asked Watchman Wayne.
” Yes, I don’t want you to see me like this. I have makeup at the Puke. Let me run back there and then we can see each other.”
Wayne was stern. “Violet, it was you who filled my shoes with oatmeal, wasn’t it?”
She giggled, head turned to the side. ” Yes.”
“That sure got my attention. I have thought about you ever since. I even asked my captain if I could take you out. Violet, you are not only beautiful, you are gorgeous! You don’t need to paint your face.”
Violet gathered herself and turned her head. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened when she did. It was sincere.
He stammered, “B-beyond beautiful.”
Violet turned her head and raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t buying it now, but she liked it anyway.
It felt as if she hadn’t eaten for days.
“Let’s get a bite to eat, Wayne.”
Author: Benjamin
Benjamin Thiel is a community leader, urban farmer, and author of The Ongoing Tale at Brothers Campfire. He might know a guy...
Violet is a very interesting character. I’m looking forward to learning more about her experiences.
It is tough as a male to write a female character. I put a lot of research into her. In reality, I am learning about her as well!
Learning about one’s characters is an enjoyable process! I write fiction too, though I haven’t shared any on WordPress yet.
I would love to read it!
Oatmeal in the shoes is better than dog poopies on the shoes.
That would get someone’s attention as well, The Reader!
Sowing your wiles
in various
interesting styles!
Savor the flavor
Of current behavior!
I am going back to the beginning of your posts! These are fascinating and I want more!!!
It is an ongoing story. There are places I was not clear. Just ask as you go along! Thos is my first go at writing a story. Stay Eclectic, Writer!
You are amazing! I am glad to have found you Brother!
Aww. (Blushes)
A amazing story. I enjoyed your work today. The photos and the artwork give life to your words.
Thanks John Coyote! I appreciate it.
You are welcome. I like the stories. I found large books of short stories of Hemingway and Jack London. I read them to motivate me to write. You are welcome.
I am a Jack London fan. I grew up on Louis La’moure. I have also read quite a few classics.
I write this story by the seat of my pants. When I hit 60,000 words in the Ashton story, I may try my hand on planning and writing something that can be published. I haven’t done any research as yet.
I hope you do. Your writing are entertaining.
Thanks!
Painted Places is my favorite I believe.