Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Daily Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Have fun and write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

How did you expect to find her?

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Elcie Lee can't go back to sleep, can't go back to who she was and what she did not know before that night in the old village hotel. Perhaps she called these manifestations through The Thin in a moment of desperation. Or maybe they have been waiting for her to come along. All she knows is that she is in a race to find out who or what they are -- indeed who or what she herself may be. Pursued by sinister beings, both human and otherwise, if Elcie does not uncover the secrets of her own past in time, she will be the next to disappear.

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  1. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Bobby said. His head hung low and the mug in his hand trembled like a small earthquake.
    “Take it easy, Bob. Maybe they’ve got some answers.” Frank raised his hand to give the broken man a pat on the back and pulled it back. He was afraid any pressure might send Bobby to his knees.
    “Answers will probably lead to more questions. I’m so tired of not knowing what happen to her and the reality is I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know.”
    Frank took a puff on his cigarette. “Six months is a long time of not knowing. Might as well rip the band-aid off and get on with it.”
    Bobby’s nodded and together they walked into the sheriff’s office.
    The sheriff was a big man with a bald head. He had a square jaw and shoulders wide as a football player. Behind his desk, the man’s lips were tight as a strung wire. He pointed to a chair. “Have a seat, Bob. Frank, why don’t you step outside and give us a moment of privacy.” It was not a request.
    Frank stepped back and closed the door. The click was audible. Bobby held his hands together over his knees and stared at his feet.
    “Have you found her?” His voice a little louder than a whisper.
    “Aye, we have.”
    Tears welled up in Frank’s eyes.
    “I’m gonna need you to identify her.” The sheriff slapped down a folder. “I know you’ve been in for questioning several times. Is there anything you want to tell me now? Anything that might help us out?”
    Bobby wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “I just want to see her.”
    “Follow me.” The sheriff led him to a door at the back of the hall. He opened the door and waved Bobby in.
    A small brunette dressed in a sharp blue blazer sat at the table. She stared at him, her mouth turned down. She gripped the mug so tight her knuckles were a fish white.
    Bobby’s knees buckled.
    The sheriff pushed him forward. “How did you expect to find her?”