Deeply Sleeping

The prompts my Husbando used to cheer me up several years back were much longer than the kind I typically use myself, and often from genres I wouldn’t normally explore on my own. This prompt from Mid-December 2011 was both unusually long and way outside my typical comfort zone.

(The original prompt for the story is in italics.)

There are dark places in this world. Darker places than people want to imagine. Citizens of Bottleton want to imagine their lives as happy and normal, they want to work, sleep in their homes, and not think about the Glass Slipper murders of the last year, and to try to forget the Charming Gangs that have sprung up over the last three months.

The dark places hide in our cities, in our boroughs, and within come peoples souls. Hiding in plain sight at some points, and then flashing into the public eye at others. Nothing over the last year could have prepared the people of Bottleton for what was coming next.

Use the prior paragraphs to begin the first chapter of a book. When you are finished (and only then) come up with the title of your book.

It was wrong for so much sunshine to be pouring from the sky on the day you knew you’d die.

I watched white marshmallow clouds float in a vast wash of brilliant blue and I cried over the crumpled letter clenched in my fist. It said what all the letters in Bottleton had said last summer when a killer had swept through town and ended the lives of eight other girls.

“Beware that love is in the air. My princess sleeps for me; for an eternity.”

The letter and the tiny hand crafted glass slipper had been perched on my bedroom windowsill sometime in the night, and the glass panes of my window had been bathed in the blood of the mangled blue bird left decapitated on the ground below.

I’d called Sheriff Meeker personally the moment I awoke to the grotesque display and soon an army of police and crime scene techs would arrived to gather the letter, the glass slipper, and the dead bird in order to test for evidence. They’d grill me for hours over where I’d been and who I’d seen, but I knew it was all useless. They’d find nothing just like last summer. I was suddenly certain that they couldn’t protect me.

So staring out the ruby tinted window at the startlingly beautiful summer day I realized how awful it was going to be to die after such a bright new morning.

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