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I figure I ought to get back in the habit of writing for NaNo, so here's today's free writing exercise:
Claire picked up the phone on the fourth ring, murmuring a sleepy ‘hello’ into the receiver.
“Claire! You wouldn’t believe what I just discovered!” It was the excited voice of her friend Linda, the newspaper reporter. “It’s about the Dobson case.”
“The Dobson – you mean that murder inquiry? What are you doing looking into that? I told you, it’s too dangerous.”
“The very one! And, please, when have I ever let a little danger stop me?” She gave a throaty laugh. “Besides, you can’t be mad at me. I have some information I think will crack the case wide open.”
Claire flicked on the bedside lamp and grabbed the pencil and paper on the nightstand. “Okay, shoot.” Any sleepiness was long gone – she’d been working on this case for months, and this might just be the break she needed. Linda was a great investigative reporter, and Claire didn’t doubt her ability to ferret out information not always accessible to the police.
“Not now, I have to check something out. How about we meet at noon, Café Simon?”
“At least give me the bones of it,” Claire said, tapping the pencil agitatedly against the pad.
“Look, I’m in a bit of a hurry here.” In the background, Claire heard Linda starting her car. “I’ll meet you at noon.”
“NO!” Claire practically shouted. “You have to tell me now, at least a hint.”
“Is this about that superstition?” Linda sounded exasperated.
“It’s not superstition. It’s nearly fact. If you know something big, and make plans to tell someone later, you’re almost always killed in the intervening time,” Claire said stubbornly.
“That’s just silly fiction. One of the most overused cliché plot devices I’ve heard of. Well, outside of the two romance novel plots, that is.” Linda gave a chuckle.
“C’mon, what’ll it hurt to give me a hint, just to be on the safe side?”
Linda sighed. “Fine, but if I do this and die anyway, promise you’ll give up your stupid theory?”
“Agreed.”
“Okay, I’m typing it in now, I have it set to a time-delay. If I don’t meet you at noon, there should be an e-mail for you at 12:15. Are you happy now?”
“Somewhat. Please be careful, Linda.”
“I always am.” And she hung up.
***
At 12:15, Claire stared at the message on her PDA.
“You’re so silly, I’m not even going to stop this going through. Say hi to me sitting across from you!”
Claire glanced at the empty seat across the table and shook her head sadly.
In further other news, pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease let the Indians win tonight. That is all.
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Love the story too. *bounce*
Which reminds me, I have a challenge to get writing on. Suddenly I need to plan the thing and I don't have the first clue what to write now. I am still trying to pick a fandom for crying out loud!
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I seriously need to get back in the habit of writing if I'm going to survive NaNo this year!
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Now, if only the Indians can off the Red Sox, and we can have a World Series with someone OTHER than the 'in' teams (personally, I'm kinda rooting for an Indians/Rockies series, but I'm not opposed to the Diamondbacks).
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And i really liked that snippet. Fantastic.
HELP!!!!!!!!!
-The Stephalopod