Just a little note to start. It seems that Wordle can have numerous different uses and I seemed to have made up my own by going to a random word generator then putting those word into a Wordle. Every Wednesday I will create either a flash piece or perhaps a poem, this will depend on how the words talk to me when I see them. Please remember these are very rough, written on the day of.
Here is today's Wordle.
See that tractor, there on the north end of the cane field? That is where I was held hostage. My schedule was full that day and I was running late to get to rehearsal. I stepped out of the front door and a man stepped out from behind the big oak tree in the front yard.
“Hey there beautiful, where you going?” His voice was deep and scratchy.
“Do I know you?” The keys jangled in my hand.
“I’m just a fan beautiful, just a fan.”
He took a few steps forward.
“I’m sorry but I’m running late and I really need to go.”
I took a few steps towards my car that was parked in the round about in front of the house.
He also kept coming forward and was at the trunk of my car before I could get to my car door. He was close enough to see now and I noticed the scar across his throat. I tried to run around the side of the car and get to the door. He made it there first. I turned to go back to my house but he grabbed my shoulders and spun me back around.
“Now beautiful, that’s no way to treat your fans. I came all this way to see you, so let me see you.”
He held my shoulders tight and just stared into my face. The gaze of those brown eyes made me feel like he was trying to eat my soul. I punched his face with my car key sticking out between my fingers. He let go and I ran away. He slammed into my back and I face planted into the hard earth. I lost my breath and tried to get to my feet. He was lying on top of me so I couldn’t move. He grabbed my hair and slammed my face into the ground over and over again. When I woke up I was tied to the tractor in the field. I had a gag in my mouth and he was cleaning the blood and dirt from my face with gentle strokes.
“Did you sleep good beautiful?” He just kept stroking my face with a wet cloth. I noticed that he had brought the big rain barrel that was by the house up by the tractor. He kept dunking the cloth into the cold water.
The day was turning to night. Why hasn’t anyone come looking for me? I thought to myself.
He untied me, but tied up my hands and grabbed me off the tractor put me over his shoulder and began to lower me feet first into the rain barrel. The water was freezing cold. I struggled as he pushed me down until my head was below the rim, he kissed the top of my head and grabbed the lid that was hanging on the side and put it on top. The water came to just below my chin. I felt him put something on top and heard him walk away. I was able to rock the barrel just a little bit. I tried harder and harder but nothing happened. I really don’t know how long I was in that barrel. I might still be in there, I just don’t recall if they ever took out my body?