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Slowly, slowly, the door opened creaking loudly. She sucked in her breath and whispered: "You were going to oil this."
I shrugged. "Sorry," I whispered. "But I don't think she's woken up."
"Who's there?"
Fuck.
"Who the fuck is there? I'm armed. I have a gun and it is pointing at your head mother fucker!" The light flickered on and Glenda and I stood blinking in the strong overhead light - Grandma didn't believe in energy saving bulbs, she had invested a lot of money in 100watt bulbs. Grandma was sitting up in bed, clutching a riffle which was, indeed, pointing at my head.
"Hi Grandma!" I said as cheerfully as I could. "It's me, Robert. And Glenda, too. We've come to see you." Grandma shifted her grip on the rifle, but didn't lower it. I could see her squinting.
"Robert, is it?" she said. "What the fuck do you want? Come to rob your old Granny have you? Come to steal all her worldly goods? Come to blugden me in my bed?"
I laughed, and hoped she couldn't see the baseball bat in Glenda's hand.
...
"A most sweet natured gentleman and pleasant," Grandma said, squinting at me. She reached for her glasses and perched them on the end of her nose. "That was your brother, anyway. You, on the other hand, were always a neerdowell loser. Shifty eyes. I said that to your mother when you popped out. 'He's got shifty eyes, dear,' I said. 'Best smother him now before he kills us all.'" Grandma cackled with laughter and I pretended to join in.
"Oh, Granny," I said wiping fake laughter tears away. "You always were a one for a joke."
"I'm not joking, you little toerag," she said, the rifle still pointed at my head. "And you're no better," the riffle left my head for a moment to point at Glenda's behind me. "Junkie whore, if ever I saw one. Come to do me in, have you? Try to find the inheritence. Well, you're out of luck. 'Cos I've spent it all."
Glenda made a noise that might have been a whispered 'fuck', in my ear.
"Yes, I've given it all away. So you can just fuck off!"
I fake-laughed again. "I've just come to bring you a bunch of flowers, Granny dearest," I said.
"Bunch of flowers my arse," the old bag said. "Now fuck off before I redecorate the room with your brains."
...
I nudged Glenda, and whispered, "I think we should go. I think we've lost the element of surprise, now anyway."
Glenda nodded and turned to leave, and then stopped. "You know what," she said, swinging round, baseball bat above her head. "I've had enough of people always putting you down, Bobby."
I felt a warm glow at her words. I liked it when she called me Bobby. She pushed me out of the way and ran towards the old woman. There was the sound of an explosion and suddenly I was covered in something hot and sticky and Glenda fell to the ground, a hole in her head where her face used to be. My ears were ringing and I couldn't hear what the old woman was saying but her lips were moving. It might have been "fuck you, you evil little twat," but it could have just as easily been "happy Christmas" for all I knew.
I didn't hear the gun go off again but I felt the impact of the bullet in my chest. I fell to the floor and thought that I didn't expect dying to feel this way. It was colder and moister than I'd imagined it to be. Darkness began to cover me, like a blanket, only it didn't warm me, it just made me shiver.