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Author’s Ramblings. Prompt fiction with a time limit again. This time was five minutes and as much as I could make from the word “Combination” so here we go. Thanks for stopping by, I hope you enjoy the read. This was just a writing exercise piece that I think I might want to expand in the future. ^_^
Five Minute Timed Writing Prompt : Combination
It was a combination of things, actually, not any single one
thing. I had some clue and inkling that something bad was going to happen and
when it did, then I realized that something else was going to go wrong.
thing. I had some clue and inkling that something bad was going to happen and
when it did, then I realized that something else was going to go wrong.
I had the first feeling after I saw him fall flat on his
face for the second time that day. Knowing Stocker as I did, I thought it was
odd the first time and very wrong the second time. He had a knack for keeping
his cards well hidden and well played. I thought perhaps, that he might have
played the wrong card for the first time in his entire life.
face for the second time that day. Knowing Stocker as I did, I thought it was
odd the first time and very wrong the second time. He had a knack for keeping
his cards well hidden and well played. I thought perhaps, that he might have
played the wrong card for the first time in his entire life.
The second feeling came when his coffee cup exploded three
seconds before his pudgy fingers were about to reach for it.
seconds before his pudgy fingers were about to reach for it.
I cornered him outside Marcus’s office and pushed him
inside, shutting and locking the door, before I closed all the blinds. He staggered
to the desk and braced on the edge, wiping his sweaty face with the shaggy end
of his striped tie.
inside, shutting and locking the door, before I closed all the blinds. He staggered
to the desk and braced on the edge, wiping his sweaty face with the shaggy end
of his striped tie.
“Stocker.” I acknowledged, turning the last blind flat with
a flick of my wrist. “Anything you’d care to share?”
a flick of my wrist. “Anything you’d care to share?”
He gulped and gaggled, eyes darting everywhere but on me as
his nervous fingers found more nerves to play with. “I-it’s nothing. Really.”
his nervous fingers found more nerves to play with. “I-it’s nothing. Really.”
I folded my arms across my chest and took up a braced stance
in front of the door just in case he decided to make a run for it. “Really? You
know, except for that coffee cup back there?” He winced. “Yeah, that coffee
cup, I might’ve believed you.”
in front of the door just in case he decided to make a run for it. “Really? You
know, except for that coffee cup back there?” He winced. “Yeah, that coffee
cup, I might’ve believed you.”
Trembling hands clutched at his tie to awkwardly mop his face again. “I-it’s really nothing.” He
tried again. “C-can’t I go now?”
tried again. “C-can’t I go now?”
“Can you or can’t you?” I snorted. “Quite frankly, I can’t
decide. I know you’re holding out on me. I’m not stupid Stocker, I know you
wish I was, but I’m not.” I sighed, arms falling free to hang at my sides. “But
tell you what, I’ll give you another chance, because my hands are tied.”
decide. I know you’re holding out on me. I’m not stupid Stocker, I know you
wish I was, but I’m not.” I sighed, arms falling free to hang at my sides. “But
tell you what, I’ll give you another chance, because my hands are tied.”
“R-really?” He brightened.
I glowered at him. “Don’t. Don’t you dare look so happy,
because when my hands are tied, that means I don’t have any obligation to look
after you and we both know what a bad thing that can be.”
because when my hands are tied, that means I don’t have any obligation to look
after you and we both know what a bad thing that can be.”
The color drained from his face back to the rather normal
pale hue I was accustomed to seeing. A rather sick sense of satisfaction
registered as I realized that I had been the one to flip the trigger back to
the way it was supposed to be. “See? Now we’re on the same page. Good boy. You
can go now.”
pale hue I was accustomed to seeing. A rather sick sense of satisfaction
registered as I realized that I had been the one to flip the trigger back to
the way it was supposed to be. “See? Now we’re on the same page. Good boy. You
can go now.”
He pushed away from the desk in a hurry and scrambled for
the door.
the door.
I dodged neatly out of his way and listened to his clumsy
footsteps tromping down the hallway. “Humans…I can’t believe I’m one of them.”
The beeper at my waist clamored for attention and I squinted down at the
screen. It was going to be a really lousy sort of day after all.
footsteps tromping down the hallway. “Humans…I can’t believe I’m one of them.”
The beeper at my waist clamored for attention and I squinted down at the
screen. It was going to be a really lousy sort of day after all.
© Sara Harricharan November 4, 2011