“This writing prompt made me think of you. I would love to see what you do with it,” a Facebook friend challenged me.
Write a story that begins and ends with the same sentence, but make the sentence have a different meaning by the end.
It sounded easy, but in reality, it took some mental gymnastics to execute. This is what I came up with.
Tarquin was stoned. He lay crumpled in a white-sheeted heap against the wall of the cave. Some “toga party”. He was freezing his giblets off, and it was dark, save for a single candle (potpourri scented), not to mention they’d taken his sandals. He hadn’t bothered wearing underwear. His heart was pounding, and yet, he saw everything with perfect clarity.
Kimberly, Andrea, and Dana had all lured him here for one purpose. Well, they had had their way with him.
He was black and blue from temple to ankle and covered with lacerations–stripes for the sins of Tarquin Oliver. He started to fade out, like he had when he’d given plasma. Suddenly, nothing was clear anymore. Tarquin was stoned.