The prompt this week was as follows, with a genre of horror:
This Sunday is Father’s Day, and it is defined as ‘a day on
which fathers are particularly honored by their children, especially with gifts
and greeting cards’. Unfortunately, that was never possible for you because
when you were growing up, your father was rarely home. He was always on the
road with his job, and in his profession, holidays were an especially busy
time.
Your dad’s finally retired, and you want to make this Father’s
Day the most special day he’s ever had. You’ve got the whole day planned, and
it will be just the two of you. He is going to be so surprised, and you can
hardly wait.
Prompt: Tell us all about how you spend Father’s Day.
Happy Father’s Day
“Pops, are you comfortable?”
“Mmmm.”
“Great. I’m so glad. It’s going to be just the two of us
because Mom is resting. We’ve never been able to spend Father’s Day together
because you were always on the road. Now that you’re retired from the trucking
company, there’s nothing to get in the way of our spending the entire day
together.”
‘Mmmm.”
“Looking back, Pops, I remember when I was little and you’d
go out on your pickup and delivery runs. You’d be gone sometimes for a week or
two, and I missed you so much. Mom was terrific whenever you were away. She
would take me to the park and out for ice cream.”
“Mmmm.”
“The best time though was when you came back home for a day
or two. I remember how you always brought Mom a present. You used to bring her
the most beautiful jewelry. Sometimes it would be a necklace, and other times
it would be a bracelet or earrings. Your job took you all over the country and
wherever you were, you always remembered to pick something up for Mom.”
“Mmmm.”
“I know you were always thinking of me too. My rock
collection would never be the treasure it is today if you hadn’t brought me a
rock from every state you visited. I loved the way you wrote the name of the
state right on each rock and then told me where you found it. That made each
one so special for me.”
“Mmmm.”
“Things really changed when Mom became ill and took to her
bed. Aunt Josie ended up coming to live with us to take care of Mom and me
while you were working. She didn’t take me out as much as Mom did, but we still
had some good times. All those years while I was in school, she helped out so
much with Mom. When I was away at college, I knew I would be able to devote
myself completely to my studies and not have to worry about her.”
“Mmmm.”
“I’m glad that we finally have time to talk. Not long before
you retired, you spent more and more time away from home, so I didn’t have the
opportunity to give you any news, I met a wonderful girl during my senior year
and we fell in love with each other. I asked her to marry me and she accepted.
The plan was for us to marry following graduation. We had our wedding all
planned, but first, we both wanted to go home for a visit and let our families
know about our engagement.”
“Mmmm.”
“I came home to tell you and Mom, and Melissa, that’s her
name, told me she was going to hitch back to her parents’ home to tell them all
about me. I told her that was a crazy and very dangerous thing to do, but she
wanted one last big adventure. She was that type of girl, you see. She was so full
of life and what she always dreamed of was getting married and raising a big
family. I told her I would drive her home and then go home myself, or try to
find a way to pay for a plane ticket for her, but she insisted on hitchhiking.
I told her to call me every time she was near a phone until she got home.”
‘Mmmm.”
“She rode with me as far as the onramp of the interstate,
kissed me goodbye, and headed to the shoulder to try to get a ride. I got on
the highway and headed here. That was the last time I saw her alive. The next
time I saw her was when I saw her picture in the newspaper after her body had
been identified. The paper said she was another victim of the I-48 killer. She
had been tortured, killed, and then dumped on the side of the highway just like
all the others. They had all been hitchhiking. It was difficult for the police
to catch this killer since I-48 runs through a lot of states and connects with
so many other highways. I was heartbroken, Pops. She had been the love of my
life.”
“Mmmm.”
“I needed so badly to talk to someone about all this when I
came home, but Aunt Josie didn’t want to hear anything about it. She said
talking about murdered women frightened her. Since I had graduated and was back
home, she decided to go back to living on her own. She said I could take care
of Mom, or you could since you were going to be retiring soon. Pops, I felt so
lost and felt very relieved when you came home from your last run.”
“Mmmm.”
“True to form, even though I’m an adult now, you still
brought me a rock with the state’s name written on it. Even though Mom’s so
ill, you still brought her a lovely piece of jewelry. That necklace was
gorgeous, with the gold chain and the special hand carved gold roses with the
small diamonds in the center of each. I know those roses were hand carved,
Pops, because I personally designed that particular necklace and had the store
custom make it for Melissa.”
“Mmmm.”
“I recognized the necklace as soon as you pulled it from
your pocket, Pops. Did you take it from my fiancé before or after you killed
her? I know you killed the others too. I didn’t say anything right away because
I wanted to do some checking. You know, the Internet has lots of information on
all your kills. When you look up the victims of the I-48 killer, the articles
mention not only that they were all hitchhiking at the time, they also mention
that a piece of jewelry was taken from each one, and provide a detailed
description. All it took for me was a quick look into Mom’s jewelry box to know
the truth about you.”
“Mmmm.”
“Is that why Mom lost her mind, Pops? She took to her bed
years ago with that vacant stare and hasn’t spoken a word since. Did she look
too closely at the jewelry you brought her and make the connection with the
victims? Did she figure out that her husband and the father of her child rode
the highways looking for young girls to torture and kill? When was it that you
picked them up? Was it in between picking up pallets of bread or delivering
crates of bananas? You were always away over holidays too. Was that because
there were more girls looking for rides to get home during those times?”
“Mmmm.”
“You murdered all those young girls, including the girl I
was going to marry. Mom was your victim too, you bastard, only you didn’t physically
kill her, but you frightened her so badly that she retreated deep inside
herself, so that’s almost the same thing. Well, it’s time for it all to come
full circle, Pops. Today is Father’s Day and I’m going to give you the gift you
deserve.”
“Mmmm.”
“How’s that gag? I wouldn’t want it to interfere with you
being able to breathe. No way are you going to die that easily. I want you
conscious right up until the end. I’ve got the perfect day planned for us. I
rented this truck for a full 24 hours and I also rented the freezer back here.
I’ve had it plugged in so it would be nice and cold for our ride. That’s what
that extension cord running from the garage was. Remember how you asked me
about all of this and I told you I had a surprise for you?”
“Mmmm.”
“Well, let me tell you all about how we’re going to spend
your special day. I’m going to put you inside the freezer and drive all over
I-48 until you’re nice and stiff. Then, I’m going to pull over at all the spots
where you had dumped the bodies of those young girls and I’m going to break off
a piece of you and leave one at each spot. Understand? An arm here and a leg
there – some part of you to pay for what you did to each one. Our last stop
will be where you dumped Melissa, and that’s where I’ll dump the last of you.”
“Mmmm.”
“Our neighbor, Mrs. Hopper, is going to stay with Mom while
we’re on our road trip. When I get back, I’m going to get Mom into a home where
she can be cared for 24 hours a day by medical personnel. Maybe there’s some
way they can bring her back to me. Are you ready? Let’s get you into this
freezer and head to the onramp of I-48. I’m so looking forward to our last trip
together. Wait. Before I forget. Happy Father’s Day, Pops.”
“Mmmm...”
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