Today’s Story a Day prompt was:
This prompt is about exploring the “engine” of your main character. What drives them? Who are they when the stakes are high and their back is to the wall? Pick one of the following 4 scenarios and explore: how would they deal with this situation?
1. Backed into a corner, your character tells a lie to protect him/her self.
2. Your character has been plotting blood-chilling revenge on someone. Now both are sitting down to dinner together.
3. Your character goes to a psychic, who tells them something frightening that changes how they see their future.
4. Your character is obsessed with something. They think they will do anything to obtain it. The person they love most in the world stands in their way.
I chose scenario 3 and used characters from a short story I’m planning to include in a collection, which I’m currently working on putting together. That story is actually from Heather’s POV. We only ever see Justin through her eyes. But, this is written from Justin’s POV.
Justin Holme made sure the door to his office was locked. The house was currently empty, but he didn’t need his wife walking in here while he was occupied. By the time she did get home, he could have all this closed down and be acting like he’d just gotten home from work.
It would be better if she never knew what he had planned.
He’d had these plans in place for a long time. He wasn’t sure he’d ever have to implement them. But, Heather was too close to learning the truth. If she continued on with this plan of hers, everything would be lost. He couldn’t let that happen. But, with her taken care of, things could continue on just as they were. He wouldn’t have to worry about anyone else finding out.
When he heard the car pull into the driveway, he shut everything down. It wouldn’t be much longer now. Once he had everything in place, he’d take care of the problem. No one would be the wiser.
As he slipped out of the office, he could hear his wife moving around down in the kitchen, humming to herself as she got dinner ready. She had always tried to be the perfect wife.
Until she started questioning him.
He loosened the collar of his shirt, so it looked like he just took his tie off then started down the stairs. She turned when he entered the kitchen and smiled at him, though it looked strained. She used to trust him implicitly. He wasn’t sure when that had started to change. He would have to be careful until his plans were finished. Then, it wouldn’t matter.
“Justin,” she said. “I didn’t realize you were home yet. Dinner’s just about ready.”
So, she hadn’t gone into the garage. Which was fine. He shifted a chair out so he could sit at the table. “That’s fine, Heather. I don’t have any other plans.”