Binding

Welcome to this weeks response to the Friday Picture Prompt on The Writer’s Mess. This week the picture was of a calligraphy pen, with a single dot of what looks like black ink on a white surface. I chose to interpret this as blood, under strange lighting, and made what could be a continuation of previous picture prompts, as someone signs a contract to escape a place, and go back home.


A single drop of blood fell from the tip of the pen, and it looked almost black in the strange light of this place. She thought back to how she got here, all those years ago, and shuddered at the thought of what she had done to stay alive.

The endless summer paradise was a trap, set to trick you into a hunger and thirst so great that you would do anything to quench it…and she had. She had done things that she could never speak of, and the sounds of the screams still echoed in her ears at night when she tried to slept.

This though, this was her last shot. This contract would be enough to get her home, well not home, for she knew too much time had passed for her to ever really go home again, but it would free her from this place.

The price was high, almost higher than she was willing to pay, but in this case almost was a word that meant yes, and so she took a deep breath, signed her name to the page , watching as it turned gold, the contract binding her unto it.

There were only two outcomes left for her now. One, she finished the contract and got to leave, and two, she didn’t finish the contract, and she died. Either way, she would soon be gone from this wretched place., forever.

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