#fwf Free Write Friday; Time & Place


You’re young. You are standing in front of a shop window watching something on the black and white television inside. A woman grabs your hand and runs down the street, pulling you along…

You start to scream, but a man is suddenly standing beside you and places his big, smelly gloved hand over your mouth. You begin to feel suffocated as your nostrils are partially covered.

He jerks you up into his arms and you can see the woman quickly opening the back of the long, graffiti van. He shoves you in, not caring that you bumped your head on something hard.

You begin to cry yelling,” I want my mommy. I want my mommy.” No one wants you to be heard. They prefer a clean get a way and you are not going to be the one to stop this. The woman and man climb in the front seats and trying not to spin the tires they take off as fast as they can get by with.

Once out of range, they stop the van suddenly. You decide this is going to be your escape. Screaming gets attention. The man and woman are conversing what they have in easy access to shut you up. With a few French words being heard, the man gets out and slams his door.

He throws open the back door and before you can say a word, he has plastered your mouth with black duct tape. Getting back in the front seat, I just know they are smiling at each other as they believe this is the end of it. I can hear the conversation though. Plugging my mouth didn’t shut my ears.

“What are you going to do with this kid now Greta? I did what you wanted. I got her and she’s in the back and I don’t think she will be making any trouble for you. Now I want my money and I don’t ever want to see your ugly face again.”

“Oh Duncan, settle down will ya? I promised you I would pay you, just as soon as the job was finished. But doll, the job ain’t done yet. I mailed the ransom note two days ago. I had it all planned out. I am sure as we are sitting here, they are putting the money together to get their precious daughter back safe and sound.”

“This is bullshit. This is not what you said. I never told you I was playing along with your game until the end. I want my money now Greta. Do you hear me? Now.”

Placing calloused fingers over dry lips she tried to use her sexuality to calm him down. It had worked numerous times with others when she wanted something bad. And this time she wanted and needed money.

She had used the system and her kids and any people she knew, but her tricks had run out. She was now close to being without food and a roof over her head. She didn’t even have enough money to put red back in her hair. She couldn’t go out with her gray showing.

She had even stooped so low as to steal from the local art theatre’s  prop warehouse just to make this plan work. She didn’t give a hoot about Duncan. In fact, he could lose himself in space for all she cared about, as soon as she had her hands on the money.

Meanwhile the 10-year-old had figured out how to get the tape off her mouth. She looked around to see what she could find to escape these two scary strangers. She had been watching cartoons on the store’s TV shop and she saw something that she could use.

She could do the same thing the bad man had done on the show. She found a tire crow bar. She could use it as a sword, just like on TV. Now to get them to open up the door.

She started whimpering and when she was ignored she started crying out,” I have to go to the bathroom.” Ignoring her request made her draw strength and with a big inhale of air she voiced, “I have to go to the bathroom. I don’t want to wet in my pants. Please let me go to the bathroom. Pleaseeeeeeee let me out, I promise I won’t run.”

“Greta for heaven’s sake, I can’t think. Do something, shut that kid up right now.”

“Why is it always up to me to figure everything out. Greta, you do this, Greta you do that.”

Noticing that he wasn’t going to do anything but sit there and stare out the window, she got out of her seat and went back to the door where the kid lay waiting and armed.

“I’m telling you right now kid. I am going to open this door and you are going to go over behind one of these trees. Do your business and get right back in. If you don’t do what I say, you will be forced to endure a great, painful punishment. Do you hear me kid?”

“Yes, I hear you. I promise. Just let me go to the bathroom. I am about to pee on myself.”

Greta opened the door and the young girl took a deep breath and as hard as she could she plunged the crow bar right in Greta’s gut. It threw her off guard and the kid took just long enough to see Greta doubling over from pain.

The kid jumped out and ran as fast as her legs could take her. She glanced around as she was running and recognized where she was. She ran right back to the TV store and ran in screaming,” help me, help me. Two bad people tried to hurt me.”

The owner picked her up and sat her on the desk and called 911. With the rotten scoundrels not wrapping her eyes, she was able to give an acute description of the two. Before too much time had gone by, the kidnappers had been caught, fingerprinted and booked.