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This was the late entry from Alex… (my fault I should have made a closing date…but…then I would never have seen it!)
So, to make amends, just for this entry. Go and fetch the cane Alex, and indulge yourself.
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Charlotte walked in to the kitchen and stopped, something was wrong; her mother was sat at the kitchen table, her head in her hands, her father was stood gripping the back of one of the chairs, his hands filled with so much tension that it looked as if he was about to tear the red leather back from the aluminium frame. Then her beautiful blue eyes alighted on the brown envelope laying at the centre of the table and at the centre of their collective woe.
“They’re for an art project..” she stammered, “at college…Samantha took them… it was her idea!” Charlotte’s voice rising with each utterance, the last a shriek of futility.
“DON’T LIE!” roared her father, a voice he had once used to great effect as a Sgt Major in the army, cowering aspiring soldiers and forcing them to great feats of endurance.
He strode from the far side of the table to her at the door, grabbing her upper arm in a vice like grip, “With me now” he stated in a flat tone, his anger plateaued.
He led her past the sitting room to his study, reaching behind the door he pulled out his military drill cane from its leather sheath; the polished brass cap flashed in the late afternoon sunlight coming in the hall window.
“Outside now” he menaced in her ear as he dragged her to the back door. Once outside he continued to stride up the concrete path to the garage towing his daughter behind him. He opened one of the large double doors enough to push the petrified young girl in, he followed close behind.
“Put your hands on the bench and bend over” he said.
“No Daddy, please no!” Charlotte wheedled.
“Do it now you disobedient little girl or it will only take longer”
Charlotte looked at her father, pleading with him to change his mind and offer clemency for her foolish actions. The cane rose above her head and quick as a flash the brass cap hurtled down like a miniature comet striking the back of her left leg, she yelped first in surprise and then in pain as the fire of the first stroke spread through her nerves.
“Lean forward you terrible child!” he pushed her upper body down with his left hand causing her round posterior to rise, his right hand whipped down and the cane tasted it’s first bottom in many years.
Asa’s note…
…well done Alex, brilliant writing, the image it created in my head was fabulous, I could hear and see it all. I do hope you try again.