Writing Prompt: Crime and Broom

Write as much as you can in fifteen minutes using two words given to you. Words may be reused, but the writing/story will always be different.

*IMPORTANT NOTE: Some of my writing may be more appropriate for mature audiences than for younger audiences or children. Please read with caution.**

Writing Prompt: Crime and Broom

Addie walked through the house with a sigh that seemed to grow louder with each room she inspected. She was gone for three days and absolutely nothing had been done. It was like the house just quit needing to be taken care of without her there. She supposed she should have seen it coming. 

It wasn’t until she got to the kitchen that she got a little upset. The fridge was filled with foods that had gone bad. It ought to be a crime to let food go to waste. Addie firmly believed that if a person wasn’t going to eat something, they should give it to somebody else who would. They shouldn’t even buy it if they have no intention of ever using it.

She grabbed the broom from the supply closet and set about sweeping all the floors. She muttered the whole time she went not caring who heard her or got upset. She was tired of being the only one who was expected to do anything around the house. She was tired of people taking advantage of her. If things didn’t change soon, she would make them change. She was just sweeping the porch when a car drifted slowly down the driveway.

She watched as it inched its way closer to the house. It was a small burgundy four door car. It wasn’t really anything remarkable or fancy, but she had never seen the car before. Her instincts were on high alert. She didn’t feel like she was any danger, but she wasn’t about to take any chances. She watched as the car came to a stop and a professionally dressed man and woman got out of the car.

The woman made her way to Addie first. She had beautiful shoulder-length fiery hair. Her eyes were a deep shade of gray that anybody could get lost in. Her smile was warm and friendly. She went out of her way to show body language of somebody who was not here to cause harm or fear in any way. Addie instantly respected her for that. When she reached Addie, she spoke softly.

“Are you Adaline Walker?”

“You can call me Addie. How may I assist you?”

“Nice to meet you, Addie. I’m Kara Clarkson. I’m with the behavioral unit of the FBI.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Kara. May I ask why you’re out here?”

“We’re here to ask you some questions about your son.”

“Which one?”

“Joseph Walker.”

“Oh him.”

“Are you not on good terms with Mister Joseph?”

“You could say that.”

“Could you elaborate on that?”

“Joseph wasn’t exactly the best child growing up. He was constantly acting up. He was downright mean to other children. I didn’t know what to do with him. Nothing worked. He was put in juvie when he was just seven years old.”

“That must have been horrible to witness. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. What did he go to juvenile for. If you don’t mind me asking.”

“He broke little Maddie’s arm. Didn’t even feel bad for it. Would you like to come in and sit? I can make us a nice cup of tea.”

“Yes. Thank you. We are trying to build a profile on your son. Any information you can give is helpful.”

“I understand. Are you able to tell me what he’s done to deserve such attention from the FBI?”

“He’s a killer, Mrs. Walker. We know of at least fifteen victims that he’s killed in the past five years.”

“Oh my.”

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