H is for Hale



A bit wobbly on her feet, Gretta haled a cab.  As the taxi pulled up to the curb, she felt someone sweep her into the seat…then darkness.  Her last thought…how appropriate.  A Micky. 

With no sense of time, she groggily came to although still in darkness.  Why would someone want her, she wondered.  Her only claim to fame was president of the Benning chapter of Red Hat Society.  As she thought this, she unconsciously tried to straighten her hat, only to realize her hands were bound.

“Who is responsible for this?”

Her demands were met with laughter.  “If I told you, then where would the fun be in that.”

His voice was familiar but she couldn’t quite place it.  Her mind quickly went through the catalog of acquaintances.  “Howard?”

His voice darkened.  “Perhaps you don’t want to be so quick to make an identification.”  She dismissed the notion of Howard.  He was a trickster but not malevolent.

“No matter who you are, how dare you tie up an old lady!”

He answered her response with the close of a door.  She was alone.


About Denise Callaway

I started writing in the 5th grade and have folders of bits and pieces dating back nearly that far. Wonderful teachers encouraged me along the way, from allowing me to take my spelling word sentences and write a story instead to posting pictures for a free write on a regular basis. On those pictures, I often look for some obscure detail, sometimes imagined off the picture to develop into the story idea. As I grew into my teenage years, I continued to write and added poetry to my list. Throughout college and during my adult life, I've continued writing: short stories, poetry, and even a few articles for Yahoo! Voices before they shut down that venue. I do have longer works in process and I hope to one day unveil them to you all. Until that day comes, I hope you enjoy these tasty tidbits I delight in sharing with you.

One response »

  1. I hope that you will continue your story, which has been so great to read. I do not mind you being a bit late in the challenge, after all I am longing to find out how all of this will unfold.

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