The Empty Chair #12 - (5 minute freewrite challenge)[Picture prompt]

Once Tommy climbed down into the basement, he wiped his brow, rubbed his eyes...

The latest Day 112: 5 Minute Freewrite: Thursday - Prompt:

If you missed my last freewrites on the theme, here are the links from latest to last:-

1. The Empty Chair #11 - (5 minute freewrite challenge)[prompt: Dream]
2. The Empty Chair #10 - (5 minute freewrite challenge)[prompt: California]
3. The Empty Chair #9 - (5 minute freewrite challenge)[prompt: yard sale]
4. The Empty Chair #8 - (5 minute freewrite challenge) [prompt: Palimpsest]
5. The Empty Chair #7 -Weekend Freewrite 2/3/2018 - Single Prompt Option: Airplane
6. The Empty Chair #6 - (5 minute freewrite challenge) [prompt: The smell from within]
7. The Empty Chair #5 - (5 minute freewrite challenge) [prompt: Elephant]
8. The Empty Chair #4 - (5 minute freewrite challenge) [prompt: Cigarettes ]
9. The Empty Chair #3 - (5 minute freewrite challenge) [prompt: Cracker]
10. The Empty Chair #2 - (5 minute freewrite challenge) [prompt: Paint]
11. The Empty Chair #1- (5 minute freewrite challenge) [Prompt: hardboiled minds]

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Picture Prompt

Once Tommy climbed down into the basement, he wiped his brow, rubbed his eyes for a while as they adjusted to the torch light. The details started to register. What was this? Wait – the empty chair shackled to the iron post, it had fresh blood. He spat on the floor, tweaking his nose to lock out the vile smell. Now he noticed the crimson spill he was standing on, walking on. He didn’t know whether he was walking further away from it, or further toward it. He hesitated for a moment, but ignored the caution of second thought, torched further, at the rusted rails, and tank pipes running up. He couldn’t miss the fingermarks of crimson, like nail scratches…on the greyish walls, the spidery networks now tagging on his blue shirt. A little further into the darker, colder end, and all he could hear was water drops, some sort of leaking from the drum a foot further, and higher than him. He stopped, unsure if he wanted to know what was inside….
He threw caution to the wind.and was about to take another step, when a voice spoke from in front of him, as though from inside the drum,
“Beyond there, there is no turning back!” Tommy’s heart pounded, his feet froze, he started to scream…
That was when another voice, familiar, and stern intruded, jerking him back, into the comfy colors of a fine lamp lit room. Tommy quickly put the Blue book on the table, breathless, as he read the writing on the cover: “24 Empty Chairs”
“I told you not to read that book!” Jack said, “It is still incomplete!”

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The Empty Chair trail on #freewrite Continues ....