I wrote this story, Awakened By Silence as an ACROSTIC STORY, which is a story arranged alphabetically, twenty-six sentences, starting with the letter A and ending with the letter Z. A story written in this way must tell a complete story. Enjoy…
Awakened by silence, Jodie wondered why no sound came from the television. By now she should have been warned by the automatic alarm. Calmly she reached for her cane.
“Dusty, where are you boy?”
Edging off the recliner, Jodie moved the cane from side to side and crossed the living room. Fear was something she wouldn’t give into, until she heard a noise that made her neck hairs raise.
Growling from the hallway meant her guide-dog, Dusty was on guard duty.
“Hey boy, what is it?”
Intense images floated across her mind like a slide show. Just like the stories you hear on the news, Jodie felt scared, as she didn’t want to become another statistic.
Knocking her cane against the wall, Jodie made her way toward the dog. Leopard-like she moved cautiously, careful not to trip over Dusty, even though she knew he’d have moved long before she was ever in any danger.
Maybe it’s nothing, the common sense side of her brain kicked into overdrive, thinking logically. Needless worry, that’s all. Over confident now, she stopped at the front door. Patting the air around her thighs, she at last made contact with her canine companion.
“Quiet now Dusty!”
Reacting to the command, the dog whined one last time, and then remained silent. Seizing courage, Jodie yelled, “Is anyone there?”
“Thank God you’re alright. Undo the lock Jodie and let your dear Mother in, as I bet you didn’t even know there was a power outage in this area.”
Various thoughts passed through Jodie’s mind, while she unlatched the door and opened it.
“Wipe that look off your face and let me pass. X-ray vision is what that dog needs instead of snarling behind the door. You should have heard him growl at me as if I were a total stranger.”
Zany with emotion, Jodie dropped to her knees and whispered into Dusty’s ear, “You should’ve bit her when I opened the door.”
© Patricia L. Atchison, 2003