Prompt Day #244: End a piece with this sentence: “And then she sprang.”
And then she sprang.
For so long she’d been trapped inside this infernal prison. The darkness her only friend. Down here, she was forgotten; down here, no one cared. Her hatred grew, she cultivated it like a rare flower; feeding and pruning it to perfection. There would be no granted wishes, there would be no dreams come true when she was finally released.
Emily saw it sitting on the highest shelf in the antique shop. Normally something like that wouldn’t catch her attention but this one was so ornately decorated and while yes, the colors had faded over time, it was still brilliantly bright. It swept her back to her childhood days spent at her grandmother’s house and the nights when her grandmother would read her nursery rhymes and fairytales.
“Would you like to see something?” The elderly man asked, noticing her rapt attention.
“Oh” she said, snapping back to the present. “Actually, yes, I think I’d like to see that.” She pointed to the elaborate container.
“It is unusual, isn’t it? I’ve never seen one so ornamented.” He was talking as he retrieved a stepstool behind the counter. He stood wobbly on the thing and still stretched far above his head. Emily feared he would drop it or worse, fall himself. But he managed it without incident and turned to hand her the precious thing.
She felt herself being lifted, moved. It interrupted her murderous thoughts. She stopped and held her breath. Was this it? Her freedom, was it finally near? She listened for the tell-tale sound. She readied herself. Would she give her time to explain, time to apologize or would she finish it in a surprise attack?
Once in Emily’s hands she turned it all around, seeking a clue as to what might be inside.
“Please, go on, try it.” The old man encouraged “It’s been so long, I can’t remember myself.”
Emily began to turn the crank, slowly at first but the familiar melody made her quicken the pace to match the appropriate metered time.
“All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel. The Monkey thought ‘twas all in fun….”
And then, she sprung.