Mark Ethridge ~ @LurchMunster
Robin Abess ~ @Angelique_Rider
Siobhan Muir ~ @SiobhanMuir
Rebekah Postupak ~ @postupak
David A Ludwig ~ @DavidALudwig
Lisa McCourt Hollar ~ @jezri1
Ruth Long ~ @bullishink
Nellie ~ @solimond
Alissa ~ @lissajean7
Here’s a interesting take on the prompt. Yet another strong ending.
By Robin Abess
“I’m going to kill you!”
The words followed Tommy down the hallway, as he scampered out the door with his little brother’s allowance in hand once more. He paused, feeling slightly guilty, when he heard Bobby start to sob, but the guilt quickly was replaced by anger when he heard his younger brother screeching off to find their mother.
“Tattletale,” he muttered darkly, quietly slipping out the front door with his booty.
This scene had repeated itself time and time again. Tommy would offer some bet that his younger brother couldn’t refuse, and when he lost, Bobby would run and tell their mom. Tommy would then have to endure another lecture on being kind to his younger sibling, he would promise to do so, and the next week, the whole thing started over again. Bobby hadn’t had any allowance in weeks, thanks to his older brother’s scheming ways.
Tommy made his way downtown to his favorite store, Ye Olde Junque Shoppe. Mr. Mathers had all kinds of wonderful things to root through. The shopkeeper never minded children coming into his store, even if they didn’t end up buying anything. Tommy was one of his best customers, so he was always especially pleased to see him.
“Hey Tommy,” Mr. Mathers greeted him. “Got something new to show you today.”
The boy eagerly hurried over to where the old man stood, holding a wooden box in his gnarled hands.
“What is it?”
“It’s a ‘Futurerometer’.”
The boy frowned slightly. “What’s it do?”
“Shows your future, from what I understand. Give it a try,” Mr. Mathers offered.
Shrugging, the boy opened the box and took out a contraption made of wires and gears. It had eyepieces on the back, similar to a pair of binoculars. Hesitantly, he held the Futurerometer up to his eyes, and peered through the glass.
Fog rolled in front of his eyes, then everything cleared and he could see his house. By twisting a knob on the side of the machine, he was able to move forward as if he were walking toward the house and then inside. He could see the staircase ahead of him. An old man was tiptoeing down the stairs. Before he could even react, he heard a raspy voice from upstairs.
“I’m going to kill you, Tommy. I mean it this time!”
An older version of Bobby stood at the top of the stairs, and as young Tommy watched, his brother moved to where his older self had stopped his journey. Old Bobby reached out and pushed the other old man as hard as he could, resulting in Old Tommy falling down the stairs. He landed with a hard thump and never moved again.
Blinking and pale, Tommy pulled the Futurerometer away from his eyes, and handed it silently back to Mr. Mathers. Without another word, he rushed home and as soon as he was able, Tommy pushed his brother down the stairs that very night, breaking his neck.
Tattletales never win.