The list bothered him… it tugged at a memory in his mind that he couldn’t quite recall. There was something about it. A game… why couldn’t he remember?
When she found the list, Shania laughed. Another treasure hunt. Funny how Kyle still made her play the game. They were too old for it: but she’d lie if she denied it kept their friendship intact. She wondered what kind of story he’d imagined this time: the list was unlike any he’d ever left before.
Some sort of detective work: he’d been reading a lot of romans noirs lately. That must be it. Still there was something about it that felt different.
The list was soiled with some dust; the smile she wore when she figured something out appeared on her lips. That was almost too easy. Why would Kyle want her to find him this easily? Was there something urgent he needed to tell her? Maybe he wanted to ask her out. She’d been hoping for that for weeks; she’d noticed the glances he tried to hide, the open mouth, as if he hesitated telling her something.
Hours later, she was tied to the roof of the small mill, which once witnessed the silly games of two kids. It hadn’t been Kyle’s list after all. And the gag swallowed her screams as helpless tears ran down her face. The ropes hurt but not as much as the knife, as the monster looking down at her cut her skin. She would die here.
In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s prompt Lists