I'm trying to be considerate of everyone's time with short posts this month--here's the second of three parts.
(If you missed the first part just go to my previous post)
After hearing a loud crash, Brenda tiptoed cautiously toward the noise to investigate. Darkness filled the kitchen and an eerie silence settled around her like those quiet moments before a storm. The smell of chocolate filled the kitchen and the only sound she heard was rain pouring down outside, blasting the shutters and rattling the entire house.
“Loni? Loni?” She asked, “Was that you?” When Loni didn’t answer, she went to look for the flashlight in the hallway closet. Returning, she saw Loni lying face down on the floor unconscious. “Oh my goodness,” she screamed, “wake up.” When nudging her, and yelling at her didn’t work, she tried to see if she was still breathing, but her own shaking hands kept moving the flashlight, making any assessment impossible. Fragrant cocoa powder dusted the saltillo tiles. Frantic, her mother ran to call 911. By the time the paramedics arrived, the lights were back on and Brenda noticed blood oozing from her daughter’s serene and lovely forehead. “What happened to my little girl?” she asked the nearest EMT as he placed Loni’s limp body on the stretcher.
“She has a concussion and some bleeding. She’ll wake up in the hospital,” the guy said.
Confused and mystified, Brenda wondered how something this ridiculous and tragic could happen in her kitchen. Aloud she asked, “How did this happen?” Rain soaked through her robe as she followed her daughter out to the medical van.
“I guess one of the ears got caught on something,” he replied, hurrying to get in on the passenger side. “You might want to wait here.”
“Ears?” She asked, sorrowfully watching him return some equipment to the van.
"Yeah, the pink bunny slippers...I guess one of the ears...somehow got caught under your refrigerator in the dark and she slipped, hitting her head on the stove.” Noticing her worried look he said, “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. She needs some stitches but it's not her temple.”
“Ears?” She asked, sorrowfully watching him return some equipment to the van.
"Yeah, the pink bunny slippers...I guess one of the ears...somehow got caught under your refrigerator in the dark and she slipped, hitting her head on the stove.” Noticing her worried look he said, “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. She needs some stitches but it's not her temple.”
“I’m coming with you,” she declared, her voice quivering and her heart thumping like a caged rabbit.
Stay tuned next week for the conclusion to Pink Bunny Slipper Noir....
I'm no Agatha Christie, but I thought it was fun to write this anyway. What do you think happens now?
I love the way your mind works! Never would have thought of building a story around a pair of evil pink bunny slippers. Can't wait for the next installment!
ReplyDeleteOut out damned bunny!
ReplyDeleteI love all the chocolate. It makes me crave it...hmmm have to go in search of the chocolate fairy.
ReplyDeleteI think paramedics have seen stranger things then bunny slippers, Eve!
ReplyDeleteI've seen some pretty strange paramedics.
ReplyDeleteI think you're doing great, Eve. I'm looking forward to more. :)
ReplyDeleteIt gets better and better, my friend.
ReplyDeleteI think a lawyer winds up on the scene to try and slap a lawsuit on the company that sold them the bunny slippers! :D
ReplyDeleteBrenda and Loni's doctor fall madly in love and get married, incorporate their fateful meeting through pink bunny slippers into their vows to never wear any ever again, and live happily ever after...can't wait to read the "real" ending, lol...
ReplyDeletethat's it my slippers will have to be without ears! :-)) i have no idea what could happen next ... it sure leave the imagination working :-) looking forward to it, happy days!
ReplyDeleteBunny Slippers some how make Brenda feel like a winner as she is planning to somehow market them for young people. LOL
ReplyDeleteMoral of the story: Do not be tempted to buy Pink Bunny slippers. I could relate well to this, actually. About four years ago, I got up one night to use the bathroom at the hotel in which I was staying. I remember being overcome by a dizzy sensation and the next thing I knew, I was coming round from having fainted. There was blood everywhere. I'd fallen forward and hit my head on the edge of the bath. I was in Durban helping my son move into his new apartment. My husband was at home more than 1,700 kms away. I ended up having 16 stitches on my forehead.
ReplyDeleteI love all your ideas and I wish I would have thought of all of these wonderful twists when I was writing the story. You are all such a creative and talented group of friends. Thank you for visiting and don't worry most professionally made bunny slippers won't cause you to trip. I think I wrote this because I once actually made a pair for my sister. She didn't fall but I made the ears somewhat longer and deep down inside I was always worried something could happen. Avoid lop-eared bunny slippers at all costs! LOL
ReplyDeleteWell that's the last time I wear my bunny slippers anywhere near the refrigeration again. At least she didn't break any teeth. Excellent, Eve, I love it. :)
ReplyDeleteTerrific! And hey, I don't even need bunny slipper ears to drop me to the floor. My Thanksgiving turkey did the job perfectly!
ReplyDeleteInteresting story line! I'll never look at bunny slippers the same again! I think they will burn the slippers or at least cut the ears. :)
ReplyDeleteYou're so cute!
ReplyDeleteEve, I prefer those ballet-style slippers to bunny slippers or any other footwear that could be hazardous to my health! :-) I'm really enjoying your PINK BUNNY SLIPPER noir. Are the slippers truly evil, or is it Brenda's worry and guilt over Loni's injury (we parents are always feeling guilty about something! :-))? Your story has a nice balance of humor and dread. I'm intrigued to find out how it all ends up! Nice work, my friend!
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