If you like my Facebook author page then you know I’ve been having a problem with writers block and have decided to resurrect my blog and start doing some writing prompts. This, my friends, is the first one.
I’ve pulled the prompt from Tumblr from Creative Writing Prompts. You can check it out here: http://unblockingwritersblock.tumblr.com
Writing Prompt #1
“Look. If this is gonna happen then you need to do it. I can’t risk getting stabbed gain. I just can’t.”
“Look, if this is gonna happen, then you need to do it. I can’t risk getting stabbed again. I just can’t.”
“Wait, AGAIN?” Mal’s gaze snapped up from the papers on the desk. Her eyes blown wide with shock. If it wasn’t such a serious conversation, Laura would have laughed at the sight. It wasn’t often she could pull that kind of reaction from Malisia. As far as she knew, Mal knew everything that went on in the company, from how much Griggs spent on escorts when out on assignment to the exact amount of change Spencer carried in his pocket, though no one has everseen him empty it out. But in Mal’s defense, she hadbeen on vacation when it happened and Laura was pretty damn good at covering up her pain.
“Yes,” she shuddered as she remembered the last time it happened. The last time, not the first. How that was even something in her life, she didn’t know. Her assignment, one she’d given herself, had been a simple observe and document an unfaithful spouse. Something she was well versed in. One would even say it was her specialty.
Unpleasant didn’t even cover how she felt during the last incident when a knife slipped between two of her ribs. She was just lucky nothing had been nicked or punctured. Then there was the whole lying to the hospital staff about how it happened because some asshole walked in, freaked out and called for an ambulance. She didn’t think they were convinced when she told them that it had been a series of unfortunate events, someone bumped into her which led to her, kind of, impaling herself on the kitchen knife Josie had been holding. Never mind the pure look of seething rage spread across Jodie’s delicate features the moment the guy interrupted. Yeah, an accidental bump was not the truth but that didn’t need to get out. At least, not yet. There had been more to the simple case than she realized. Which brought her back to the present.
“That’s not the issue right now.” Laura glanced down at the papers strewn across the desk. They were so close to bringing in the authorities on this case. “They know who I am. Me going in there, will not be good for anyone. Especially if we want the information and the ability to squeeze out even more before we hand them over. We need the proof and not just what our client asked for.”
Mal made a grunting noise before plopping in the chair pushed back from the desk. “They’ll know something is up regardless.”
Laura moved around the desk and sat in the chair in front of it. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes. There was so much they needed to figure out but there wasn’t a lot of time. But what if they…. She opened her eyes and leveled Mal with a look. She had a plan. Sorta. It might work though. “Maybe. Maybe not. Everything appears to be going through the restaurant.”
Laura stood and leaned over the desk. She rifled through a few of the papers searching for the one she knew had to be there. During their initial recon for the infidelity case, they’d gathered up every scrap of paper that had even the smallest inkling of being connected to him. Dry cleaning tags. Menus. Receipts of any kind. She shoved a large stack to the side allowing more pages to spread out and there near the bottom, was the sheet she was looking for.
She snatched it up and shook it in Mal’s direction.
The other woman huffed and leaned forward to grab it. “What am I looking at?”
“A way in,” Laura replied with a huge grin on her face.