After a week of absence, here it is, my answer to the prompt. This one was very difficult for me. Enjoy!
***Writing prompt 633 - That snappy reply you never had a chance to say ***
There was once, in the middle of nowhere, a village. It wasn’t a big village, nor was it
interesting either. There were no
important roads nearby, nor were there any tourist attractions. It was plain, boring and far from special. Why tell its story then? Because in this tiny village, there lived a
man who always needed to be right. It
didn’t matter what you said to him, Talk Back Billy - that was his name- always
had the last word. In fact, anything
said after his last utterance was the beginning of a new conversation. He was witty, something funny but most of the
time snappy. Everyone in the village
pitied the woman who would eventually marry him. To be honest, his only hope was to find a
deaf one. There were none in the
village; everyone believed that he would die alone. It didn’t seem to bother the man one bit.
One day, as most of the villagers had gather at the only restaurant
in town, a woman walked in. She was tall
and slender. No one had ever seen her in
these parts. To tell the truth, these
people were weary of newcomers; they didn’t like to see the peace disturbed and
so they let Talk Back Billy handle her.
Under their watchful eyes, he walked up to her as the owner was serving
her a beer. Everyone wanted to hear what
would be said but the kids were rowdy and the drunks loud. Afterwards, some of the villagers would boast
of actually having heard something when in fact, the whole conversation would forever
be clouded in mystery. One thing is
undeniable, something queer happened during that short exchange.
Talk Back Billy spoke first.
The villagers expected the woman to try to say something then be
interrupted by the man voluble chatter.
It was not so. She kept on
talking and talking and talking. She
talked so much that the whole crowd finally fell silent, even the children and
the drunks. They all waited for his
reply, yet, it never came. The woman
smiled at Talk Back Billy, downed her bear then walked out without even turning
around.
As soon as the door closed on her, the whole place exploded
with noise. Everyone wanted to know what
had happened, who was this woman who could have the last word. They questioned the man, again and again, but
he refused to answer and soon left the restaurant leaving a trail of gossip.
The story would have died here if something even stranger
hadn’t happen afterwards. From that they
on, Talk Back Billy stopped talking back.
Actually he soon stopped talking altogether. The villagers were bewildered. They hadn’t enjoyed his ways much, but they
liked this new Billy even less. The poor
man started losing weight, his eyes sinking in his skull in dark circle. His skin turned dry and brittle. He soon was rechristened Old Man Billy. The villagers pitied him. They were also scared of him.
Then, one day, he disappeared. His house was found empty,
the inside covered in dust as if no one had lived there for ages. On one of the wall, the words “Find the word
thief” were written in trembling letters.
Billy was never found. Nor was
the woman.
