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I’ve been a bad kid and haven’t written anything in what feels like ages. The new year has not been kind to my motivation or work ethic, so I’m slowly getting back into it. I told myself I would participate in #ThursThreads again, so I figured this was a good jumping start. Now that my serials are kind of in limbo, though, I won’t be using those for prompts – I’m just going to write willy-nilly. Maybe this is the start of a new one. We’ll see where the prompts take us.
Prompt: “You should come with a warning sound.”
The piece below is a continuation (kinda) of this one I wrote a while back.
Enjoy!
When Nate offered to help, I wasn’t sure he meant it. Now that we’re meeting for the first time since our arrangement, I only half-expect him to show. But when I round the corner of the parking garage, I spot his car at the end of the aisle. Nate leans casually against the hood, looking at his phone. Still, it could be a trap. He could have alerted my father, so I’m careful, ready my gun, and stick to the shadows, doing my best to stay quiet.
It’s midnight and dead in the parking garage – the tiniest sound would be deafening.
I come up behind him, but he doesn’t move. When I clear my throat, he nearly drops his phone. The sight of him fumbling to catch it would have made me laugh if our lives weren’t in danger.
“Christ, Selah – you should come with a warning sound.” He catches his phone before it meets the ground. “How long have you-?”
“That was my warning sound. And long enough to think this was a mistake.” I re-holster the gun and cross my arms.
“What? No – I said I’d help, so I will.” He pockets the phone. “I’m here, aren’t I?” There’s a plea in his eyes – he’s scared, but that fear makes him sincere.
I sigh. “Fine. What do you have for me?”
He walks around the car to open the trunk before reaching inside. The file he hands me is thicker than I expected.
“Enough to get us started.”
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