INKTOBER: Throw

Last month, I took a break from blogging as we settled back into our homeschool routine. (Our youngest started high school this year!) Now, I’m working to get back into the swing of writerly things and return to posting on (most) Mondays. And what better way to dive back in than posting a drawing and a story each Friday, since October is also the month of INKTOBER!

INKTOBER is a drawing prompt challenge that takes place during the entire month of October. It’s just for fun, so don’t worry if your sketching skills are sketchy. Any and all are welcome.

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Today’s Prompt: Throw

Baggage Claim (unfinished)

Baggage Claim

Three times.

Three times Mallory had rid herself of that wretched bag—that hard-sided hunk of luggage the color of digested peas which contents had haunted her. Over the past few months, the vessel of evil had terrorized her, mocked her, and twisted the details of what had happened deep into her brain.

A week had passed since she saw it last. And she had thought she was finally rid of that bag. Blessed relief.

But no! Once again, that bag had returned to her, like a stench she couldn’t wash off, a curse she could never be free of. It was there. In the arm’s of the woman standing on Mallory’s doorstep, that wretched bag was there. Delivered—yet again—by her oh-so-helpful, always-smiling neighbor: Charity.

Mallory’s shoulders tensed. She glared at Charity. “Go away.”

Charity laughed, a joyful and unencumbered sound. “Oh, now. Be nice. Look!” Her eyes glinted as she patted the bag. “I found your suitcase.” 

Charity’s sunny disposition made Mallory’s blood boil. A hard knot formed at the back of Mallory’s head, pinching her last nerve. “It’s. Not. Mine.”

Charity smiled. “Sure it is. Your name’s on the tag.” She held the bag out to Mallory.

“And I got rid of it!” A geyser erupted inside Mallory. “Three times, I got rid of it. But you! What are you doing? Are you digging through my trash? Following me around town? Stalking me? Tormenting me? What?”

Charity’s smile vanished. 

And with it, Mallory’s anger. And the last of her strength.

Mallory’s shoulders sagged. She lowered her voice. “Don’t you get it. I don’t want that bag and I don’t want you standing here on my doorstep.” Her breath hitched. Tears welled up in her eyes and her resolve crumbled.

Charity wrapped her arms around Mallory. After a few moments, Charity let go and Mallory faced her. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

Charity glanced down and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I knew you were trying to get rid of the suitcase.” She looked up at Mallory.

Heat returned to Mallory’s cheeks. “But. . . why?”

“Because something similar happened to me seven years ago. And I made a choice I couldn’t undo. I tried to get rid of anything that reminded me of it and to forget about it, and it nearly destroyed me.” Charity pointed at the bag. “You’ll never be free of that suitcase until you open it and deal with what’s inside.”

Mallory looked down at the bag. It’s hard outer shell barely scuffed. Open the bag? After everything that had happened?

Mallory’s chest tightened. A cold sensation washed over her. “I can’t.” 

“You can. You have to.”

“Will you help me?”

“Yes.”

Inktober 2020 daily prompt list
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Published by K.A. Cummins

K.A. Cummins is an award-winning indie author. Her work has appeared on goHavok.com and she’s a former Lands Uncharted contributor.

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