Heather held the silk scarf to her neck. It felt smooth against her skin. She didn’t need another scarf. She willed herself to put it back but the thing inside her was too strong. Edwin called it Mister Beast.
For over fifty years, Edwin chaperoned his wife everywhere. When he couldn’t be with her, he locked her up. To protect her. From it.
Since Edwin’s death, Mister Beast was in control again. Heather could go wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted—unfortunately.
She zipped open the flap of her shopping trolley, just enough to slip the scarf discreetly inside.

Written for Charli Mills #99WordStory Challenge. April 10th 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about “the old lady and the beast.” What does age have to say about the story? Who is the beast and why? Go where the prompt leads!

Wow! A good one.
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Thanks, Darlene.
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Yikes – Gloria.
Talk about a beast resisting !
This one could get ugly.
Great take on the prompt!
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Haha….sure could, Gary.
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Wow, brilliant 😩 , Great imagination, great take on your prompt 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
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Thanks Bridie!
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It’s too bad Edwin didn’t get her some real help and strategies so that she could better manage the beast on her own. Such an interesting take on the prompt. Cool.
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Maybe he was ashamed of her. Or maybe he also had a little beast inside him; control! Thank you D. 😃
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