{"id":5201,"date":"2026-06-03T16:51:42","date_gmt":"2026-06-03T20:51:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=5201"},"modified":"2026-06-03T16:54:43","modified_gmt":"2026-06-03T20:54:43","slug":"who-was-she","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=5201","title":{"rendered":"Who Was She?"},"content":{"rendered":"

This week’s Writing prompts were picture prompts. I chose 4 of the 15 pictures offered.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Who Was She?<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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It was not the day that I had expected. I planned to go to the county fair, look for anything interesting I could purchase, and, since I enjoy people-watching, see if any unique personalities would make good characters for one of my stories. I just wanted to relax and enjoy myself. I wasn\u2019t planning on going on any adventures.<\/span><\/p>\n

Just my luck, the first unique character that I interacted with was looking to interact with someone, also. The difference being that she wasn\u2019t looking to interact with anyone. She was looking specifically to interact with me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo nice to see you, again,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo I know you?\u201d I questioned.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOf course, you do. We have met on numerous occasions. I doubt you would remember, though. That\u2019s another story. For now, let\u2019s just say that I am very familiar with you.\u201d And then she used my name, just to make a point of veracity.<\/span><\/p>\n

I was totally confused and curious, but didn\u2019t want to push the issue of our relationship. \u201cIs there something that you want from me?\u201d I asked, figuring that must have been the reason for her to seek me out.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNaturally,\u201d she responded, \u201cdon\u2019t I always seek you out when there is something that needs to be done?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Again, I wasn\u2019t going to pursue that comment. I responded with a simple, \u201cSo?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cToday\u2019s task is to save a life. You\u2019ll find what you need at the Old Cider Mill, on Glen Road.\u201d And with that, she turned and walked away, blending into the crowd.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Well, if I were destined for an adventure, I might as well pursue it. I left the fairgrounds and headed for the Old Cider Mill.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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It had been a while since I\u2019d been there, as it had been shut down years ago. When I got there, the broken-down old wooden building with its tarnished, worn-out siding and its barren, weed-filled front entrance way just stood still. At least it should have looked that way. I noticed some smoke coming out of the smoke stack on the roof, and there was a light shining through the open window on the ground floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

Curiosity, rather than fright, took control, and I inched my way toward the open doorway and looked in.<\/span><\/p>\n

There in the back room, I saw three individuals. It looked as if they were doing some sort of chemistry experiment.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

As I walked into the room, they all looked at me and began to panic.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not my fault!\u201d screamed the oldest of the trio, \u201cI warned them that it might be dangerous to get rid of our solution at the beach.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure,\u201d said the second one, \u201cbut you didn\u2019t stop us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The third one, who was just about to place something into the beaker, shouted, \u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter whose fault it is; we have to get this antidote finished and pour it over the same spot before someone comes in contact with it, and all will be neutralized.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The older one said reassuringly, \u201cNot to worry, once the original solution sinks in the sand, it should not be dangerous to anyone, unless they try to dig it up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It was my turn to speak up. \u201cThen you\u2019d better finish that antidote quickly. I was told that I had to save a life, and it clearly is not one of yours.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Even though they weren\u2019t sure what I said was true, they endeavored to complete the antidote. Heck, I wasn\u2019t even sure if what I said was true.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

On completion of the antidote, we all rushed to the beach to the spot where the three had dumped their original solution. We were shocked at what we saw.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There, on the exact spot where we were going, were two boys. One of them was lying in the sand, motionless. The other one had dug a hole next to the immobile one and was attempting to bury him in the sand.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

I called out, \u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing!?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m just burying my friend. We do it all the time. Doesn\u2019t he look like he died?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t hesitate. I pushed the boy with the cup of sand out of the way and felt for a pulse on the motionless one. It was barely beating.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCall 911 right now! Give this kid the antidote and hope it works; otherwise, I think you will be facing some serious murder charges.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

By the time the police and paramedics arrived, the poisoned kid was breathing on his own. He was taken to a local hospital for observation. The three chemists were charged with trespassing, possession of dangerous chemicals without a license, and reckless endangerment.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I was summoned as a witness. My story was that I happened upon the trio at the mill, and when I found out what they were doing, I made sure that they went back to the beach with the antidote. It was just luck that we got there in time. I failed to disclose anything about the woman at the fair that led me to the mill, and her prophecy.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe we\u2019ll meet again.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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