Wednesday, September 9, 2015

New York Skyline

Thanks to all who stopped by to join in last Wednesday! Can you believe it is September?!

Here's hoping some of you, my faithful readers, might join me in posting a story with a picture for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom.  The challenge is to post a picture on your blog, then write a short story or a poem about the picture as a writing exercise.  When you have your story written, you can link up for others to read.  Feel free to also add your picture and story to another link of your choice. The link up is on my WWW page here. This is #34!

My story today relates to this picture of the New York City skyline...

The bus runs smoothly along the highway on the journey to New York. The police officer next to him snoozes with the handcuff latched firmly around his prisoner's wrist and under the folding arm rest. Marty returns to face rehab and the chance to get his life back. He leans back against the head rest, his thoughts of Annie occupied his mind. She was so helpless lying there in the hospital bed, with the tubes and machines monitoring her vital signs. A tear made its way down his cheek as he felt the sadness of remorse. He was the reason. She had taken on what should have been his responsibility and her life was now in the balance.

Marty stretched out his lanky frame and tried to find a comfortable position. His long dark hair had been pulled back in a ponytail under his Giants baseball cap. The officer stirred at his movement, feeling the tug on the bracelets, but again nodded off to sleep. When he looked at his hand, he saw that his hand was still trembling and he needed a fix. But he had to go through with this for Annie. He wondered if she was doing better and whether their parents had arrived at her bedside.

The money from his drug deliveries had been stolen, and he had nowhere to turn but to his sister, Annie. She had immediately come to his aid, and she arranged for a policeman friend of hers to help them. The result was a trap for the suppliers. Annie stood in for Marty to pick up a planned drug delivery and she was wounded by one of the drug dealers in the encounter. He last saw her only briefly in the hospital before they put him on a bus to get him into rehab. He couldn't let her down. He remembered her last words to him, "This is your chance, Marty. Don't screw it up, okay?"

This is a short follow up to my book Annie's Love, and Marty will be a part of the next novel, Out of the Darkness. Family love can be our strongest bond. Now it's your turn to find a picture that speaks to you, post it in your blog and write a story. Then come back here to link in on Wednesday Wit and Wisdom. I look forward to your story!

Linda Kay

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