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Writing Prompt – Day 46
Happy Monday!
Day 46! I can’t believe it’s been over a month of writing five days a week consistently!
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Pless start & enjoy! (:
You’re a serial killer who murders anyone you see hitchhiking up your mountain. One day, you pick up a hitchhiker who kills anyone who picks them up.
My example :
Craigs property sits in a remote location on a farmland. The beauty has been passed down to three different generations. Pride aside, he takes protecting his property as serious as he does his own life. If anyone comes in-between him and guarding the sacredness of his family’s land, he will go so far as to kill with his bare hands.
And he most certainly has.
Hitchhikers. The most dangerous human-beings to step foot on his mountains. They walk past the ‘no trespassing’ signs, past his long narrow driveway, through the fields, and toward the mountain knowing it’s a shortcut to the highway where they have the biggest chance of catching a ride.
How they get out here in the first place Craig will never understand. He’s contemplated asking them before he makes his move and buries their body, but then again, he must not care that much. The only thing he cares about is the one thing he’s been trusted to pass down to the next generation.
But if he’s being honest with himself, maybe that’s what he forces himself to think, convincing himself he has no choice but to kill. Deep down, Craig knows the truth but will never admit it to himself – he kills for sport. Well, maybe for a hobby sounds more like it since his victims don’t really have a chance.
Craig is driving with his window cracked down just enough to let the scent of the outdoors slowly fill his truck. The radio is playing an old tune and his coffee thermos is still hot in the cupholder next to him. He drums his fingers against the steering wheel while he’s singing along. Sunday drives are his favorite. They are calm and peaceful, especially with the ambience of the leaves turning colors as fall approaches.
Craig makes his way around a bend in the road and slows down just as he sees him.
Way to kill the vibe on his Sunday drive – no pun intended.
Taking one look at the hitchhiker with his thumb out, Craig knows what he has to do. It’s not that he’s religious by any means, but Sunday’s have never felt like the kind of day that murders should take place on. But the universe doesn’t care about your preferences, he supposes. Faithful to his own ways, he pulls the truck over.
Forcing himself to smile, he rolls down the passenger window. “Hey fella, need a ride?”
The man smiles back. “You sure?”
Craig hides his agitation. People have never been his strong suit; he’s always been better off alone. “Well sir, I wouldn’t have stopped if I wasn’t. Take a load off and I’ll get you to where you are going in no time.”
“You don’t gotta tell me twice.” Looking grateful, the man grabs his backpack from the ground and climbs in. “Really, thank you so much for this,” he says, placing his backpack on his lap. His hand grasps something in the side pocket for when he’s ready to make his move. He knows who Craig is, but Craig has no idea who he is.
“It’s my pleasure,” Craig says with a wink. He has one hand on the wheel and his other hand on something placed in his side door. He always keeps something on him – just incase. Stepping his foot on the gas, he slowly starts to drive.
Ahhhh, what is going to happen? Who makes the first move and who makes the last?!
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