[This week's Fiction Friday was my submission for Scene Stealers #22. Scene Stealers is a fun writing prompt from Write to Done where they provide the first two sentences and limit your word count to 350. Enjoy!]
It was pitch dark outside, and driving at night made me nervous, but I picked up the car keys anyway. I opened the door – and stepped into blinding sunshine.
After almost getting caught last time, Aunt Flora made me promise to never use my powers again. But, what choice did I have now that she was in danger? Especially when my using them was what put her there.
I shrugged at the neighbors pouring out of their homes as if I were just as confused as they were. Hands used as visors, they craned their necks upward as if they’d be able to see why the sun was in its noon time position at 9 o’clock at night.
With no time to dwell, I jumped into Flora’s car and turned the key. Resting my hands on the steering wheel, I closed my eyes. My thoughts zigzagged at the speed of light down a straightaway anchored with flashes of color whizzing by on either side.
As the vision slowed, the edges took shape. The dock. A warehouse. Flora was tied to a chair and gagged. Her eyes focused straight ahead, unblinking. She was trying to tell me something, but I was too far away to hear.
Throwing the car into reverse, I peeled out of the driveway. As I drew closer to the docks I could feel Flora in my head. The words weren’t clear, but her feelings were. She was worried.
I eased the car to a stop on the outskirts of the mammoth warehouses lining the water. Opening the door, my mind swirled at a dizzying pace.
It’s a trap mija. Do not try to save me. It’s a trap, mija. Do not try to save me…
Flora! Her voice was such a welcome relief despite her words.
Fortunately for her, I was known to be stubborn. Unfortunately, for her captors, there wasn’t a trap built stronger than the bond of family. I made my way toward her prison, preparing myself for the lecture Aunt Flora was sure to give me for disobeying her…again.