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I just posted chapter 10. I think it's the most evil cliffhanger I've ever offered. Makes me smile. I really enjoyed writing this story. It actually came a little easier than the last one I did. I might have enough nerve worked up to see about writing original fiction. I've said so before, I know. I'm still trying to talk myself into it, I think.
Writing is my second greatest joy right now. Tops is my children. They are such blessings. Tonight, my eldest 2 are away on a camping trip with scouts. So I have the four aged 3 to 8 having a sleepover in the den. It's adorable. And little guy, Leo, went to bed without a single fuss. I'm just so grateful.
I'm going to post a writing sample to end this. I have one particular scene from chapter 10 that I think stands out. That'll do.
Alonzo guided her back down the hall to the kitchen and motioned for her to sit in the same chair she had used earlier. Vinnie was standing nearby, holding a telephone base in one hand and inspecting a watch in the other.
“All right, Secretary. We have a phone call to make.” Vinnie joined them at the table and set a paper in front of Mickey. “You will read exactly what is written here, and then I will hang up. Don’t answer any questions. Don’t offer any information. Understand?”
She nodded. “Yes.” Her voice was a mere whisper. She cleared her throat. “Yes,” she said again.
Vinnie dialed the phone with the eraser end of a pencil, while Alonzo held the receiver to her ear. It rang only once and was immediately answered.
“Mickey?”
She thought she had been holding up well, feeling numb, if not absolutely calm. But at the sound of Austin’s voice and the alarm implicit behind it, tears sprang to her eyes. But Vinnie was staring at her, a deadly serious look on his face, and she didn’t want him to hang up. She tried to launch right into her message. “Austin! I have—“
“Tell me somebody pulled a gun on you, at least. Tell me you didn’t just hop into the car with them.”
She exhaled, making a sound that was equal parts laugh and sob. “I’m sorry, Austin.”
“Didn’t I tell you to stay home? Isn’t that the one thing I kept telling you while you were arguing with me?”
“I know…”
“You didn’t do what I told you to.”
“You’re right. You’re always right.”
“When this is over, I want you to make that your personal mantra. Repeat it to yourself every time you start to question my judgment.”
Vinnie’s expression grew darker. “Get on with it.”
“Austin, I really need to give you this message.”
“Go ahead.”
“Do you have the drug they want?”
“Yep.”
“All of it?”
“Yep.”
She read off the paper. “Get on Route 60, go East as fast as you can. You will receive another phone call in twenty minutes.” That was it. The message was complete. Her eyes began to fill again.
As though he was standing right beside her, seeing what she saw and knowing what she knew, Austin’s hastily added last words fell on her ears, low and composed. “Try and relax, Mickey. Just do whatever they tell you. I’m coming.”
Vinnie disconnected as Mickey answered. “I know you are.”
Writing is my second greatest joy right now. Tops is my children. They are such blessings. Tonight, my eldest 2 are away on a camping trip with scouts. So I have the four aged 3 to 8 having a sleepover in the den. It's adorable. And little guy, Leo, went to bed without a single fuss. I'm just so grateful.
I'm going to post a writing sample to end this. I have one particular scene from chapter 10 that I think stands out. That'll do.
Alonzo guided her back down the hall to the kitchen and motioned for her to sit in the same chair she had used earlier. Vinnie was standing nearby, holding a telephone base in one hand and inspecting a watch in the other.
“All right, Secretary. We have a phone call to make.” Vinnie joined them at the table and set a paper in front of Mickey. “You will read exactly what is written here, and then I will hang up. Don’t answer any questions. Don’t offer any information. Understand?”
She nodded. “Yes.” Her voice was a mere whisper. She cleared her throat. “Yes,” she said again.
Vinnie dialed the phone with the eraser end of a pencil, while Alonzo held the receiver to her ear. It rang only once and was immediately answered.
“Mickey?”
She thought she had been holding up well, feeling numb, if not absolutely calm. But at the sound of Austin’s voice and the alarm implicit behind it, tears sprang to her eyes. But Vinnie was staring at her, a deadly serious look on his face, and she didn’t want him to hang up. She tried to launch right into her message. “Austin! I have—“
“Tell me somebody pulled a gun on you, at least. Tell me you didn’t just hop into the car with them.”
She exhaled, making a sound that was equal parts laugh and sob. “I’m sorry, Austin.”
“Didn’t I tell you to stay home? Isn’t that the one thing I kept telling you while you were arguing with me?”
“I know…”
“You didn’t do what I told you to.”
“You’re right. You’re always right.”
“When this is over, I want you to make that your personal mantra. Repeat it to yourself every time you start to question my judgment.”
Vinnie’s expression grew darker. “Get on with it.”
“Austin, I really need to give you this message.”
“Go ahead.”
“Do you have the drug they want?”
“Yep.”
“All of it?”
“Yep.”
She read off the paper. “Get on Route 60, go East as fast as you can. You will receive another phone call in twenty minutes.” That was it. The message was complete. Her eyes began to fill again.
As though he was standing right beside her, seeing what she saw and knowing what she knew, Austin’s hastily added last words fell on her ears, low and composed. “Try and relax, Mickey. Just do whatever they tell you. I’m coming.”
Vinnie disconnected as Mickey answered. “I know you are.”
