I want to give a big congrats to Elana Johnson for getting a book deal. She is so awesome and sweet. So go over and give her a big congrats. **popping cork on champagne** Oh and eating chocolate. :)
Thanks to all of you who participated in this months Writing the Next Line. Great job guys! I will do it again next month. Check out how it turned out below. I will call this Broken Glass by Theresa Milstein, Piedmont Writer,Melissa J. Cunningham, Jen, Tina Lynn, Bossy Betty,Alexandra Crocodile, Susan Fields, The Alliterative Allomorph, Alesa Warcan.
God! He's such a jerk!
"Lexi! Wait!" Jeff yelled.
"Why should I?" My angry words echoed.
I stopped on the top step fumbling through my bag, searching for my keys.
"What did you want me to say?"
"It's not what you said, it's what you didn't say," I hissed.
He slowly approached, taking one step at a time. "Lexi, come on. What I didn't say? What's that supposed to mean?!"
"You know what it means. Why do you have to act like a--"
"Like a what. Go ahead say it," he said squinting furiously.
"Like a ..."
The sound of breaking glass came from inside the house, cutting our argument short. My breathing ceased as I looked at my keys then to the door.
It was cracked open.
"Stay here," Jeff commanded.
I grabbed his arm before he left. "You're not going alone. You don't know who's in there or what you'll be facing."
Most of all, he didn't know my secret power.
"Here," I reached over and grabbed the clay pot of geraniums on the porch and dumped it out, "Take this."
He looked at me and rolled his eyes.
"What am I going to do with this?" He hissed.
"I don't know but it's all I've got." For now, I thought.
I unlock the door and Jeff sneaks through the opening. I follow, my hands on the small of his back, pushing him forward.
My heart races, filling with dread. I know what awaits but how do I tell Jeff? How can I share this dark secret?
The fear sets in but I remain quiet I don't want to be the one to tell Jeff but I also don't want him to see if for himself.
A low growl rumbles from behind the door leading to the kitchen. My heart drops to my feet, then crashes through the floor.
There I see it. I thought I would never see it again. Hadn't I dealt with this all before? Hadn't I buried it deep so I would never have to see it again? I walked over to it, there are on the kitchen floor. It was the...
... body. I was reminded of that silly scene in "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" where the body ends up in Harry's hotel room, and he calls the detective and says "they gave her back". That's just what they'd done to me now. They'd given her back.
"What the...?" Jeff asked.
"Cara," I whispered.
Jeff turned to me, eyes wide. "You know this person?"
"I'm afraid I do," I said to Jeff. "She's my sister."
"Your sister? I never knew you had a sister" Jeff looked bewildered.
"We haven't really had that much contact. She's been in isolation in the Sheffield lunatic asylum for years - with no visitors allowed."
"But... why is she dead? And why is she here?" Jeff asked.
"Um", I said, scratching an itch in my right ear. "I didn't think it'd come to this, Jeff. I really didn't. I'm so sorry."
"But what the heck is going on? You knew something like this was going to happen?"
"Er ... I ..."
"And what the hell am I doing still holding this clay pot of geraniums? Have you lost it?"
"Oh shush Jeff... Put the pot and look at this. I have a secret power I've never shown anyone."
I knelt by Cara and touched her forehead. "Fifteen minutes backwards ought to be enough."
Well there you go. What did you think? Great job guys!
I will do an awards post on Wednesday. Thanks to Stina and Nicole.
Have a great day!
