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Prompt: Your story is about a dentist in an Irish castle e-mailing their mom.
A Deadly Occupation
For perhaps the first time in his life, Dr. Seamus Finnley, D.D.S., was at a loss for words. He stared at the computer screen, then looked out the window at the setting sun. The sky was a reddish-gold color, and looked quite lovely and peaceful—a feeling that Seamus dearly wished he could possess. He turned back to the blank screen.
How to write so that he wouldn’t alarm his mother, and yet give her his possible last regards? Seamus tapped the tabletop and sighed. He could just tell her the truth, so that she’d know what happened. Straightening up, he rapidly typed out a letter:
Dear Mum,
Just thought I’d write to you because this special case my boss sent me out on turned out to be a death warrant, and I thought you’d like to know. The family’s not just a bunch of hermits who scheduled a home visit; they’re vampires. Gave me a nasty fright when I went to give them a little polish and saw the pointed incisors, with crusted human blood on them still. Apparently they don’t even brush their teeth. Oh, and I’m locked up in a barred room with just my personal effects (including my computer); they took away my tools. Sounds like they’re planning on draining all of my blood out later this evening. I’ve already tried emailing for help, but would you believe that the police thought I was being a joker and told me to—well, it wasn’t nice. I won’t upset you with their language. I’m pretty sure anyway that, by the time you check this, I’ll be dead and as dried up as a raisin.
I hope you’re enjoying those yoga classes. Don’t strain your back too much. Give my love to Pops.
~ Your son, Seamus
The cursor blinked after his name. Seamus slumped back, dejected. Oh yes, that was just brilliant. Sounded perfectly sane, didn’t it? What would she do if she did read it, he wondered. Probably storm right over to exact some vengeance…thought that wouldn’t do him, Seamus, much good, since he’d be dead. And besides, what could his mother do? They’d just eat her, too—well, drink her blood, more like—unless she brought help along, which wasn’t likely. Sure, she could be quite voluble and potentially get authorities involved just for the sake of getting a moment’s peace, but they wouldn’t be prepared. They’d bring their guns and shillelaghs, counting on a few drubbings to solve the problem. They wouldn’t bring stakes or Holy Water, and Seamus doubted any of them would have the aroma of garlic about their person unless it was on their breath. Even though that could be quite potent in and of itself, Seamus was skeptical about the possibility that four vampires could be repelled and defeated by a single man’s halitosis.
It was hopeless. Still, he had to get some form of communication to her, just so she’d have something to look at when she found out he was dead. There was an almost melodramatic air about the whole situation that appealed to Seamus. He’d be remembered as the noble dentist—no, “dental surgeon” sounded better—who died at the teeth of the horrific MacDoylie family. Well, perhaps their name would have to be altered to something a mite more fearful…MacDamned worked better. Or MacAbre...
Seamus shook his head, angry with himself. He should be using this precious time to actually compose a letter to his mother, not make a story of his plight! There’d be time for that after the email was sent. For living in an old castle in the barren countryside of Ireland, the MacDoylies seemed to get awfully good reception. Seamus wondered what company they were signed up with…
Damn it, he was getting distracted again! Seamus grabbed his head and told himself to write. Then he hunched forward and started typing.
Hello, Mum.
I’m just writing to let you know how much I love you and Pops. Give my best to him, will you? I doubt I’m going to have much opportunity to talk with you two for a while. I’m a bit tied up with work right now—I swear, it’s going to be the death of me.
Anyway, I want to thank you for all your support and love. And for being such a good mother to me.
Love you loads. Truckloads, that is.
~ Seamus, your loving son
Seamus considered the message. Well. Now there was nothing to do but send it. His arrow hovered over the Send button. One click and it’d be on its way. He wondered what his mum would think. Probably that he was asking for another loan to pay off debts. This was not a comforting thought. At that moment the door opened.
Seamus turned around; the MacDoylies were standing in the doorway, hungry gleams in their eyes. The two young ones, a girl of perhaps fifteen and a fidgety boy of ten, stood before their parents.
“Da, look!” cried the girl. “He’s got such a fancy laptop! Can I have it once he’s dead?”
“I suppose, Cara,” Mr. MacDoylie said with a sigh.
“Wait, please!” Seamus half rose, his hand shaking over the keyboard. “Let me just send this to my mother, as a farewell.”
“Aw, that’s sweet!” Mrs. MacDoylie cooed. “Darling, let him.”
“I’m afraid not. We don’t need anyone being contacted by the good tooth doctor here.” Mr. MacDoylie casually advanced. “Sorry and all.”
Seamus whipped around to hit the button, but MacDoylie lunged forward and knocked him to the ground.
She’ll never get my letter, Seamus thought sadly. Then Mr. MacDoylie bit his neck, and Seamus ceased to think anymore.
“Supper,” Mr. MacDoylie announced with a smack of his lips.
“Just a minute, Da,” said Cara. “I want to see his computer.” She sat at the table and eagerly pulled the laptop closer to her. The unsent email filled the screen. “Rubbish,” she said, and pressed Discard.
Seamus’ email disappeared.
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