Universal Creativity 9 | Page 12

Writing Prompt One stormy day, I was out gathering flowers for my grandmother’s kitchen table when a shot went off in the distance. It came in the direction of the house. My grandmother’s house. Birds shot out of their hiding spots and flew off. Then a black crow flew over me. Instant dread and fear pumped deep into my heart. Panic overwhelmed me. I rush back to the house, calling for Grandmamma, but as I got closer, men were outside. They had guns, and were celebrating. I had to find Grandmamma. But, just as my fear of what happened to her. I noticed two men dragging a limp body out of the house. I crept closer. I recognized the limp body as Grandmamma. Now, ten years later, I am working inside a library when a stranger dropped of a note for me. I picked it up and read it. It said, “You’re Grandmamma id dead but now we are coming after you.” Fear and dread from all those years ago came bubbling back along with anger and tears. What was I going to do now? If this was indeed connected to Grandmamma’s death then I too will be dead, if I don’t do something first.