100 words prompts
Fandom: The X-Files
Character: Well Manicure Man, Dana Scully
Word: Lingual
He stood in the corner of the darkened room just leaning there sipping his Scotch, this wasn't a celebratory drink, but to rebuild and rethink how to pull on Mulder's heart strings.
Moments like these he wished he hadn't been aware of the situation in Huston Texas. Not that they discovered much, but now that Scully was hot on the trail with the completed autopsy of the two bodies found in the explosion. He needed a diversion, a way to get them out of the way.
Only one way out he thought, time to send in Kurtzweil only he could lead them to the corn crops and bees. The rest will fall into place.
A child's voice pulls him out the darkness. "Granddad, will you read to me?"
"Darling, what do you have for me today?" he asks with a slight slur.
"Peter Rabbit, I love that story." She said staring up at his face.
His dark mood shifted completely as the young child bounced into the room. This pushes the thoughts about the X-files to the back of his mind but not forgotten. He lifts his granddaughter up and carries her into the main sitting room.
The alcohol clouded his mind lingual as he was, it shouldn't be so hard. He read the passage to his granddaughter knowing that this would be the final time he will see her again.
"Again, Granddad, and do the voices."
"Always for you." He does, flips to the beginning and starts it again, even with the silly voices knowing this was the memory he beloved the most.