theatrical_muse

[i_vanquish_evil]

Write about your father.

Van Helsing sits at his desk and opens this week's prompt:

Write about your father.

He closes his eyes and sighs heavily, resisting the urge to beat the machine, the desk and anything else in the room into small small pieces. Instead, he resorts to removing his hat and thumping his head against the wooden desktop (the actual top of the desk, not the computer that he still has yet to actually figure out beyond sending responses to these lovely little writing assignments - his computer isn't quite that outdated) several times.

He sits up, replaces his hat and rises from the chair - all without damaging the machine or the desk - and walks to the door, hauling it open and stepping into the hallway, tugging the heavy door closed behind him. After a moment, the door is reopened and Van Helsing returns to the machine long enough to type in:

I don't know if I even have a father.

Then he turns the machine off and disappears into the dark corridor.