For Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Lead.
Last week…the Locals gazed in my direction … one by one they welcomed me but not with words, words weren’t necessary…I turned to see the lady…she handed me a piece of parchment…
…she offered me a quill pen from which dripped thick black ink, and without reading it, I placed the document on the table and attempted to inscribe my signature, the nib scratching and screeching like fingernails scraping down a chalkboard setting my teeth on edge.
She picked it up and indicated I should sit, then I began eagerly devouring food, stuffing handful after handful into my mouth, food the like of which I’d never before experienced!
Everybody began talking, softly at first, then louder and louder still and suddenly images started flicking through my mind, an hour ago, a day ago, last week, last month, last year, my youth, my childhood, my birth….then nothing, my old life became an empty book, and my new life as a Local had begun.
The loud crack of a gavel hitting the table stunned everybody into silence and brought the feast to an abrupt end, and the lady began to lead us in single file from the dining hall into a neverending hallway where one by one we turned left, right, left, right, through doorways and into our chambers.
Although I’d not seen it before, my room seemed familiar; a chair, a table, and a bed on which sat a scroll bound with a ribbon.
I unfurled it to find it contained just one word, a name, one I recognised but of somebody I’d never actually met in person … it was one of you, reading these words right now, and then …
To be continued, but not for much longer.
Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.
PART ONE CAN BE FOUND HERE
PART TWO CAN BE FOUND HERE
PART THREE CAN BE FOUND HERE
PART FOUR CAN BE FOUND HERE