Monkey Business

Sample

Sample prompt for the Blame it on my Muse a 5 DAY Blog Challenge

You've been on an extended vacation, your luggage is packed full of souvenirs and acquisitions from several countries. You have to cross a border into a small country with heavily armed security and many large warning signs written in a language you can't read. You and your luggage are pushed in front of an angry border officer, who proceeds to yell at you in an unknown language. Just then, your muse materializes in its physical form, and says to you, "Don't worry... I got this."
Tell us how the rest of your day went.

... I wake with a throbbing head and look around. I have no idea where I am or how I got there, so I decide to check things out. My first effort at standing found me returning to a seated position on the cot on which I had been placed. My head screams at me more. Instinctively, I place my hand where the pain is greatest, where I find a large knot still seeping blood. "What the Hell happened?" I ask myself, but of course there is no answer. They always choose when to let their presences be known. I manage to stand and, with the help of the wall, make it around the room to survey my surroundings. I was locked in some sort of cell. A large mirror, which I can only assume was a 2-way mirror, filled one wall. There were no windows and only one door to the room, and it was locked. There was a toilet behind a partition and of course the cot where I had awoken. I sit back down and stay sitting, head in hands, while I attempt to remember what I could of the circumstances that led to this newest predicament. Images dance through my mind: the airport, people screaming at me in some strange language, guns pointing at me while my luggage is unceremoniously dumped on the floor, rummaged through, and broken. I can just make out a feminine form appearing in front of me saying to me, "Don't worry... I got this." I can't recall which one appeared, but I have a good idea - there's only one that could get me into more trouble than I was already in. I ask myself again what is happening and still there is no answer; just the hint of a snigger tickling the back of my mind. With nothing else I can do I assess my injuries. The wound on my head was most likely made by a blow to the head. There are bruises on my wrists and ankles where I had at some point been fighting some sort of restraints.
         The door opens and in walks a man of medium build with dark hair and eyes. He could have been anyone from the country I had been attempting to leave, or any of the surrounding countries. When he spoke, he did so in halting English, asking for my name and business in the country. Seeing my chance to get some answers, I asked where I was and how I came about being there. In the best English he could, he told me that while the border officers were checking my luggage, I attacked the one closest to me, laughing like a mad woman. Border officers attempted to tase me to no effect, and one was forced to hit me on the head with the butt of his gun as I reached for the gun of the officer I was attacking. He said that even after being hit in the head, I continued to attack, until finally tranquilized and restraints applied. His retelling did nothing to jog my memory, yet I couldn't discount what he was telling me because I was beginning to understand which muse I had seen coming to my so-called aid. The one muse I loathe to appear, my maniacal counterpart Ravyn, had decided to show her face. It explained so very much. Now, my mind went to the next problem at hand, how to get out of this new situation and back home to the US...