This is something new I am trying - to write at least 500 words a day. I call it the Felt.Buzz Five Hundred. I write a five-minute freewrite and then add more words to get to the magic number...
Prompt: “circle”
https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-774-5-minute-freewrite-tuesday-prompt-circle
"Get in the circle."
The voice was hard and unwavering. I blinked into the torchlight that shone into my face. I couldn't see the gun but I knew it was there.
"Why?"
"You think you are in a position to ask questions, wise arse?"
The man spoke with a British accent and the insult didn't sound quite right. I laughed.
"You think it's funny?"
I didn't answer but almost pissed myself when a shot rang out. I thought I felt the bullet whizz past my face, but perhaps I imagined that. I stopped laughing and got into the circle. It was not a perfect circle. Drawn with chalk on the wooden floor of the barn I had been dragged to. I had a feeling I wasn't going to step out of that circle alive.
"You gonna kill me?" I said. My voice was surprisingly calm, I thought. Strong, even.
"I ain't going to kill you."
I let out a sigh.
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Maybe he was lying but I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Perhaps I was going to get out of this alive, after all.
I put my arm up to shield my eyes from the torchlight, to see if I could see who it was I was dealing with. He was a big man. I knew that. Taller than me. When he hit me the blows had come from above. I didn’t recognise his voice.
“What do you want?” I asked for perhaps the fifth time since he had ambushed me as I stumbled out of the Old Lamb pub, fumbling with my umbrella in the driving rain. I hadn’t seen his face, he had hit me from behind, pulled a sack over my head, and bundled me into the back of a van.
The man didn’t answer. I heard the door of the barn creak open, someone’s footsteps approach. I squinted into the torchlight.
“Hello John.”
The sound of her voice was like a bullet to my heart.
“I…”
“Didn’t expect to see me, again, eh? Oh, I’m sorry, perhaps you can’t see me. Frank, be a darling and lower the torch.”
The light fell to the floor and and I blinked rapidly. My eyes adjusted, gradually, and I could see her standing next to the man she called Frank. She was just as I remembered her. Or almost.
“Shocking isn’t it?” she said, pointing to the scars on her face. “I was lucky to survive.”
“But…”
“I know, darling. The press reported my tragic accident, my death. But you of all people should know you should never trust what you read in the papers.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” I stopped. Both of us knew that was a lie. I had tampered with the brakes on her car, messed with the airbag too. “Look, I am sure we can come to some arrangement. I can pay you.”
“Oh, you’ll pay alright,” she said, taking the gun from Frank and pointing it at my head.
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(Today I wrote… exactly 500 words!)
As usual I wrote the freewrite in five minutes using themostdangerouswritingapp.com and then copied and pasted it into a googledoc, tied it up a bit and then wrote more words!
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