FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #8 – Judy and John – Recovery From Birth

FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #8

https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2016/01/08/friday-fiction-with-ronovan-writes-prompt-challenge-8/

Friday Fiction with Ronovan

Part 1 is John and Judy.

Part 2 is The Honeymoon

Part 3 is The Flight

Part 4 is The Hospital Under Siege

Part 5 is Love me Tender

Part 6 is Thanksgiving Dinner

Part 7 is The Newborn

Part 8 is Recovery From Birth

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Judy and John – Part 8 – Recovery From Birth

– by Teresa Smeigh January 2016

Judy and John sat relaxing after the last visitor left. Judy was on the bed with the baby in her arms getting ready to feed him and John sat on the side of the bed. They were still laughing about Fluffy, the cat following them into the hospital with the little stuffed dog. No longer fit for baby Michael.

They had settled on John’s middle name for the baby boy she gave birth to. Michael, with a middle name of William for the brother Judy lost shortly after her mother gave birth.

“John can you get me a bottle?”

John got up and headed to the bassinet and took one of the bottles out and started to twist it open when in walked another visitor. It was getting kind of late for visitors, but there was time for a short visit.

Judy and John looked at each other questioningly. Who was she? Plus she was pregnant.

The woman looked at them and didn’t say anything. Tears were running down her face.

“Who are you?” John stared at her with more care this time. They should have pressed the nurse’s button, but it didn’t occur to them at the time.

First she pulled out a small gun and told them not to move or push the nurse’s button. Judy automatically went for her knives but they weren’t there with her in the hospital room. They had been confiscated upon arrival. They were weaponless.

Judy pulled Michael closer to her and John moved in front of them both.

Judy began to recognize her and was shocked.

“Mom?”

“What do you mean that is your mom?”

“Sorry my sweet daughter, but I have no choice. Either I take the baby or they kill your father.”

“Who wants our baby,” Judy was crying now too.

“That drug gang wasn’t totally wiped out and they are out for revenge. Plus they claim the baby is theirs since you dated their brother.”

“No! This is a night mare.”

“I am sorry Judy, but he has to go with me. I have no choice. I can’t risk your dad’s life for someone who is just starting theirs. He is too young to know fear.”

“John I am going to faint again. Take care of our sweet baby.” John took the baby. This can’t be happening.

Joan started to take off her costume, but left the wig on. She lifted the maternity smock and pulled out the pillow. She took the roll of tape out of her pocket ready to tape the baby’s mouth shut. Out of her purse she took a baby carrier, front facing.

“Bring me the baby and no funny stuff. My life is worth nothing without your dad and he may already be dead, but I am hoping they  keep their word. One weird move and the baby gets it. As you can see the gun has a silencer.

“But there is an alarm on the baby. How are you going to silence it?”

“I suggest you stay back here out of the way of the grenade that will wipe out the nurse’s station as we walk through it. Once the alarm goes off, the grenade gets thrown.

“All those innocent people.”

“Not important in my world right now. How could you get us in such a mess?”

Just then Boaz, her long lost boyfriend’s brother, walks in and says to hurry it up!

“Judy, wake up!” John slaps her face. She finally stirs and then looks anguished. I can’t stand this.

“Mother NO! And Boaz what are you doing here?”

“I want that baby. He is ours.”

“No, he is John’s.” Oh my God what if he is her boyfriend’s rather than John’s! This can’t be happening!

“Get that baby over here. Now!”

“I was just going to feed him.”

“We have plenty of formula and diapers and clothes. We are prepared.” Hope we have enough for where we are going.

John walks slowly across the floor and hands him calmly to Joan. She puts him in the carrier after taping his mouth shut. With the maternity top she still looks pregnant.

Joan points the gun and says don’t either of you move or you will die. I hate doing this to my own daughter, but I need my husband. Dear God help us.

They back to the door, and find the area clear. They walk to the maternity ward doors and open them listening for the alarm.

Once the alarm went off the grenade was pitched to the nurses station. They hit the stairs and ran down them quickly and into the Jeep. Off to the plane that was taking them to Australia to meet the rest of the surviving group. No one saw them go.

The destruction kept John and Judy stuck in their room. No one could get to them to talk with all the damage. The police kept trying since Michael was the missing baby from the nursery. They knew which child it was even without asking the parents due to the alarm on his foot.

The jeep arrived at the plane and they entered. They settled down. The baby was fed.

Off to Australia. Joan always wanted to see Australia and the Boab Tree. Just not this way!

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Constructive Criticism is appreciated as always.

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About Tessa

Teresa (Tessa) Smeigh is now in her 60's and still going strong despite her disabilities affecting both physical and mental abilities. She has bipolar disorder (mental), Fibromyalgia (nerves), degenerative disc disease (spine), and arthritis (joints). Despite that she is active in Mental Health Advocating, writing for www.IBPF.org (volunteer for non-profit) and has 5 blog posts already published by them. She is also working on 2 fiction books (mysteries). She keeps her blog filled with useful content, daily devotionals (She is a Christian), stories and poems. Plenty to keep you busy. She has also been interviewed by blogs and had other posts published on many different blogs. She has 3 blogs so far http://www.tessacandoit.com and http://www.finallyawriter.com and http://www.sunnythoughtsandprayers.wordpress.com She is from Deptford, NJ. Her family and blogs keep her busy.
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12 Responses to FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #8 – Judy and John – Recovery From Birth

  1. Really good Tessa. I like your decision to only give the tree a mention. Kinda clever to do it this way, wouldn’t have been an obvious choice to me so, kudos, I learned something new to try if I ever consider joining in the challenge.

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    • Tessa says:

      Thank you. I already had to veer off my direction with the last couple prompts so had to figure out how to use the picture without losing control of my story.

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  2. Ritu says:

    This is a great way to use the prompt in your story Tessa! That is why it is both tough, yet a fantastic challenge writing a series with this Friday Fiction Challenge!

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  3. Ronovan says:

    What I would work on here is the repeating of words with the same sentence. Examples would be like ‘bed’ in the second sentence, and visitor later on. They draw attention to the WRITING and pull one out of the story a little. Other than that, good job with the prompt. I thought you might use it pattern for wall design in the baby room. 🙂

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