*The prompt is this picture that I took close to my husband’s grandparent’s place.
It was raining the night that Josh McClellan and I spent the night in the old Bloomo schoolhouse. I couldn’t tell you, how many times, I had passed by the school, on my way to my grandparent’s house. I had even walked up to it one time, only to be spooked away, by an atrocious banging sound. To be more accurate, it sounded like metal scraping against wood. The kind of sound that you hear in some cheap, gory thriller movie, before the girl gets killed. I’m a girl. I have no desire to die in the middle of nowhere, in an abandoned schoolhouse, by a ghost that has been haunting it for decades.
You can imagine my reluctance, when Josh’s grandpa’s truck quit on us, and he suggested that we walk up to the old schoolhouse.
“Why don’t we just call your dad to come get us?” I asked, before we ventured out of the green truck.
“No service, I checked. We better get walking before this storm gets any worse. The wind is already starting to blow some big limbs off the trees.”
Josh and I had been friends since we were five years old. I had been in just about every situation with him that I could think of. Lately though, things had been a little awkward between us. I would find my stomach all tied up in knots when I was around Josh. I had also, caught Josh staring at me when he thought that I wasn’t looking;talk about awkward.
“I’ll race you there.” Josh was out and running toward the schoolhouse and so, there was nothing else for me to do, but run after him.
Surprisingly, we weren’t soaked when we reached the building. The rain had let up, just long enough for us to make our way over to our destination.
Josh stepped in the school room, seconds before me. When I entered, I could see the wooden floors were cracked with age, and the desks that remained were covered with dust, from years of neglect.
I watched, as Josh took his plaid, button down shirt off, and placed it on one of the desk seats. My body became stiff, as I continued to watch him. I was staring, I realized. I couldn’t control it. He worked out every day. He was the captain of the Rocket football team. He had muscles that were in all the right places and I was alone with him, in the middle of a storm, in an abandoned building. This was going to be a long night.
*I hope that some of you will write your own story from the picture and post it in the comments.