By Morning Light

Writing prompt #17: Experiment with writing in every person and tense every day.
Attempt #1: First person; present & future tense

The musically-timed rap on the door signals the return of the stocky old man, only to raise suspicion when nobody attends to the door. As if in a little dance, the old man's finger lifts and falls, flitting near a round little button, hovers, then squarely misses. He tries again and lady luck greets him with a joyful tune buzzing as he succeeds. No answer. He knocks the door louder and with more urgency in its tone. The pudgy old man, with large round dark stains under his arms, drenched in a nauseating stench, curses loudly in a slurred stupor. He resorts to slamming the brown hardwood with meaty fists, kicking to punctuate his anger.

<< Warning: Mature content; ages 18+ >>

Thirty minutes prior, a tall, slender figure hurries to clean, fold and pack. Trembling, her wrinkled hand slips several small packets into the side pocket of a luggage bag with stray clothes bursting out its sides. A lean figure stretches lazily across the large bed, the frames enclosing the person like a perfect poster model. The thin fingers of the figure reaches up and brushes the woman's thighs. The greying woman smacks the hand lightly, then proceeds to zip up the impossibly small luggage, pausing to catch her breath every few seconds. Later, she hurries out the door with the person in tow.

The first of these things will come to pass in an hour's time. We know all this because we are at the helm of time. We are well aware of the events that link to these and the ones that tail them. Despite knowing them throughout their lives, before, during and after, but in a disgruntled breath, I wish to forget them, even if just their names. But loving them makes it all the more harder. They knew I did everything to save them. We all do.