WordPress challenge 101, Day Fifteen: Your Voice Will Find You
You’re told that an event that’s dear to your heart — an annual fair, festival, or conference — will be cancelled forever (or taken over by an evil organization). Write about it. For your twist, read your piece aloud, multiple times. Hone that voice of yours!
“Well that just isn’t fair!” Daniella exploded, as she moved closer to the stage. The council seemed pleased, that they were out of reach of this seemingly deranged woman.
“It is just a fact of life. my dear. We have to take advantage of every opportunity in these difficult times.” The matronly woman tried to placate her, but clearly the expression “my dear” had just added fuel to the fire.
Up went Daniella onto the stage, climbing as if she were a twenty year old rather than the forty-three evidenced on her birth certificate. There was the scraping of chair legs moving back, as the panel sought safety from the assailant.
Daniella made a beeline for Mr Bridges. Leader of the council. He was a bloated individual in his seventies, and he looked clearly shaken by her arrival in front of his nose.
“This is an absolute outrage” Daniella continued. “The scouts have had access to this village hall for the last fifty years. Who are you to say, out of the blue, that they can no longer use it?”
She was within touching distance of his nose, as she leaned forward hands on hips. He could feel her breath.
He pushed his hands on the arms of his chair and stood up, which forced Daniella to move slightly back.
“I know this sounds harsh, but we really have no other option. In order to make money for the council the Village Hall is to be rented out to the stage school for the next six months. It will be in use day and evening and will bring in important revenue.” He was towering above her as he looked down.
“Now, if you would just mind leaving the stage”. He sighed patiently and gestured to the left. “I am sure there are other’s in the audience with questions to ask”. Moving to one side he addressed the public below.
Daniella wheeled on the man. She grabbed him by his lapels and kneed him hard in the groin. He crumpled to the floor quickly, in obvious agony.
There was a gasp. Then a roar and then the room seemed to move forward as one body towards the stage. Some went to grasp Daniella, others made a beeline for Mr Bridges as he lay moaning on the floor.
Her friend managed to get to Daniella first and pulled her roughly to one side. “What on earth possessed you to do that?! He will now prosecute you for assault I’m sure”. She shook her head incredulously. “ The scouts will just have to find another place to do their club nights.”
She stopped her ramblings and then looked closely at her friend. Daniella was limp and pale and trembling. Not the usual response you would expect, after kicking the leader of the council in the balls!.
“What’s wrong? Did something else happen up there that we didn’t see?”
“It was him.” Daniella’s words, barely audible, escaped from her dry lips. “It was him.”
“Who, …..what ……? For goodness sake Danny, what on earth are you talking about?”
Daniella spoke slowly and deliberately staring out into space. “At the back of the gym, when I was nine.” She breathed hard. “He put his hands down my knickers and then told me not to tell anyone or else my mum would die.” She paused.
“ I remembered that same stale smell of sweat, that I’ve been trying to forget for years.”