Morning all, Hope your week is going well. Set those timers for fifteen minutes and lets see what the prompt will bring.
I kind of like this one. Need to think of more details, but I think I know where it is going.
Thursday, May 8th: It was a deep shade of purple.
It was a deep shade of purple. Sam looked at her leg. She knew she had been hit hard enough to bruise. She frowned. No matter what Cicely said, this had been designed to hurt. Sam shook her head and lowered the edge of the t-shirt she used as a night gown. When the log smashed into her leg, Cicely’s eyes went hard and mean a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. It was only when other eyes looked her way that her expression changed to wide eyed surprise and concern. Sam saw the first look and knew not to trust the second.
‘Trousers today,’ she decided. She moved off towards the bathroom and found that although she was stiff and sore, the deep purple bruising sensitive to the touch, she could move with only a minimum of discomfort.
She knew that Cicely had her fingers crossed for broken bones. ‘Or at least for me to be lame enough not to participate today,’ Sam thought. She used the facilities, realized she hadn’t stopped for clothing, including the trousers and opened the bathroom door again. She gathered what she needed, taking more steps than she normally would to stretch her leg and test herself to make certain there was no underlying damage.
She knew Cicely wanted Damien to herself. As Sam wanted nothing to do with Damien she was happy to step out of the way. Damien it seemed was interested in her spending time with the group. Whether it was for affection for her or simply a desire not to be alone with Cicely she didn’t know.
‘And don’t much care,’ Sam decided as she made it back to the bathroom. She put the clean clothes in a neat stack on the counter, shed her sleep wear and turned on the water for the shower. It warmed and she stepped into the spray. She tried to remember if warm or cold water was good for a bruise and couldn’t. She simply didn’t get injured often enough for it to be information she kept memorized.
‘Maybe I’ll look it up when I get home,’ she thought. ‘In case I need it later.’
Sam sighed as she began to shower. AS she lathered the shampoo in her hair, she decided that playing up the injury might not be a bad idea. It would get her out of the trek to the waterfall today. She had been looking forward to it as it seemed like a nice place to visit, but she wasn’t sure she hanted to hike on this leg. ‘And it is listed as a romantic spot,’ Sam thought. ‘If I step out and Cicely and Damien go together then maybe she’ll be happy.’
She rinsed out the shampoo and added conditioner. ‘As long as she doesn’t decide that hurting me gets her what she wants.’ That would be the drawback to not going. It might encourage Cicely.
‘Not that she needs much encouragement.’ Sam sighed. There were just two more weeks and then she could leave. She could step out and if she was careful and made certain her schedule was busy around the times traditionally kept for these little vacations, she could avoid them and Cicely forever.
Sam rinsed out the conditioner and wondered how she was even talked into this trip. She was certain she said no, certain she refused. And yet somehow when the time came, she was still here.
‘Moira,’ Sam decided. Moira had guilted her into the trip. A fun vacation with friends. She had been friends with Moira since they were kids. Cicely was one of her friends. Moira had always known just how to get Sam to agree. ‘But that’s wearing thin.’ In the three days they had been here, Sam had seen Moira exactly twice. ‘And we don’t have that much in common any more,’ she thought.
Sam was startled out of contemplating the end of a friendship by a loud scream.
Ten til Midnight 