Welcome to my A to Z Blogging Challenge Posts.
This month I’ve challenged myself to not only do 26 blog posts in 30 days based on One Word Writing Prompts, but also to try to link them together into some kind of cohesive whole. I’d love to hear how you think I’m doing. If you want to start the story from the beginning, check out the Angel post from April 1.
Today’s One Word Writing Prompt:
The definitions are from the Oxford English Dictionary via their on-line access (which I have through my University employer). Feel free to skip down to the story segment if you don’t share my fascination with words, definitions, and shades of meaning.
1. a. Originally, spun fibre, as of cotton, silk, wool, flax; now, usually, fibre spun and prepared for use in weaving, knitting, the manufacture of sewing-thread, etc.
b. collect. sing. put for fishermen’s nets. dial.
c. In Rope-making, one of the threads of which a strand of rope is composed (= rope yarn n. 2), or these threads collectively.
2. a. to spin a yarn (fig., orig. Naut. slang), to tell a story (usually a long one); also, ‘to pitch a tale’. Hence yarn = a (long) story or tale: sometimes implying one of a marvellous or incredible kind; also, a mere tale. colloq.
b. A chat, a talk. colloq. (chiefly Austral. and N.Z.).
a. intr. To ‘spin a yarn’, tell a story; also, to chat or talk.
†b. trans. To recount or narrate. Obs. rare.
Today’s Story Segment:
“I think I still have some spare clothes here,” Rosario said. “If we can manage not to be seen by anyone getting back to the office.”
“Good luck with that,” Savino said. “Unless that noise wasn’t audible outside the basement, half the residents will be in the lobby in a panic.”
“I am afraid the sound was likely audible to everyone,” Uriel replied.
“Great,” Savino said, huffing out a breath. “I’ll go start calming everyone down. I recommend you both leave your shirts down here, claim they were trashed by something mundane, and then we can get Uriel one from the car and you one from the office, and go from there.”
“Probably our best option,” Rosario agreed.
Savino nodded once and hurried up the stairs.
“Thank you,” Rosario said softly after his brother was gone.
“There is no need to thank me,” Uriel replied as he began to remove his own shirt. He used what was left of it and his tattered vest to wipe as much of the blood from his arm and shoulder as he could reach.
“We’ll tell them that we were investigating a strange noise in the basement and one of the heaters came unbolted from the wall,” Rosario said. “We can play the sludge off as some kind of grease or oil and hide your shirt with mine.”
Uriel held out his shirt to Rosario. “I will let you speak to your people about what has happened.”
“That will probably be best.”
“I would like to reassure Avery that the demon is gone.”
If you’re willing to brave the elevator, we may be able to get you up there before anyone else sees you. Savino and I can bring your shirt up.”
“That may be preferable,” Uriel replied.
“Come along then,” Rosario said. “I don’t want Avery worrying for longer than necessary.”
Uriel accepted the hand Rosario offered him and let the man pull him to his feet.
“And while no thanks are necessary, I still thank you for eliminating the demon here. If it was a threat to the residents, then I am grateful that it is no more.”
Uriel just nodded. He could accept the gratitude of a man who truly cared for others.
They climbed the stairs together and Rosario pressed something on the wall to call the elevator to them.
“Press the seven and it will take you up to Avery’s floor,” Rosario instructed as the doors opened. “Where are all the boxes?” he asked when the elevator was completely empty.
“The boxes were a part of the demon,” Uriel explained. “A manifestation of its power in this place. Now that it has been vanquished, the items created by its presence are no more.”
“Well, that’s one less thing to do I guess,” Rosario replied. “Go reassure Avery.”
Uriel stepped into the elevator and turned as the doors began to close. He located the button labeled with a seven, and pushed it. The elevator made a strange rumbling noise as it moved, and Uriel had the feeling that it was scraping along something as it made its slow way upward. It felt very different from the elevator in the building where Rosario lived.
The elevator dinged as the doors opened, and Uriel stepped out. He did not remember what door belonged to Avery’s room, so he closed his eyes and felt for the boy’s presence. When he opened his eyes again he was looking at a door. He raised his hand and knocked.
“Uriel?” Avery asked from within.
“Yes,” Uriel replied.
The door opened quickly and Avery scanned the hall behind him. “Where are Rosario and Savino?”
“Reassuring the other residents,” Uriel replied.
“And where is your shirt?”
“It was soiled in the process,” Uriel said. “Savino is bringing me another after they’ve calmed everyone down.”
“Come in then,” Avery said backing up so that Uriel could step into his rooms.
Uriel closed the door behind himself and glanced around the room.
Mary was sitting at a little table in the corner cradling a mug between her hands.
Avery moved to join her and picked up a bundle of yarn from the table as he sat.
“Everything’s good now?” Avery asked.
“Yes,” Uriel replied. “You have nothing to worry of now. It will not return.”
Avery sighed softly, his hands fiddling with the bundle until Uriel could see two slim green objects held within it.
“You’re sure it won’t come back?” he asked.
“I am certain,” Uriel replied.
“What won’t come back?” Mary asked.
“My monster,” Avery said. “Uriel got rid of my monster for me. So maybe I can take the elevator again.”
“Sweetheart,” Mary said gently. “I thought you’d worked through that with your councilor.”
“I did. No one else thought it was real, so I stopped talking about it.”
“Sometimes, a monster is a physical thing,” Uriel said. “Sometimes a monster is something you carry with you.”
“Everyone has demons,” Mary agreed.
“And today there is one less demon in this building,” Uriel said. True words, regardless of how she might interpret them.
“That’s enough for me,” Avery said.
“What exactly are you doing?” Uriel asked. The green items looked a bit like sticks, but whined like metal. He had some vague recognition of how Avery was moving them, but couldn’t decide what they were.
“Knitting,” Avery said, holding up the yarn and what must have been knitting needles. “It’s really calming, and helps me focus.”
Uriel nodded. He could see now how the yarn was being woven together across the needles. He was used to knitting needles made of bone or wood, and was unsure what Avery’s green ones were fashioned from, but he was glad the boy found the activity calming.