Standard disclaimer in Chapter One.
Hello there, and welcome to Chapter Eleven of my Story A Day May drabbles! STaD is an annual challenge during which writers commit to finishing a story each day, all month (or adapt the goal, if that works better for them).
I've gotten a little behind – life has been busy, and I was focused on my TnT Origins story, which I'm using as my "test subject" for a comprehensive revision course I'm exploring. Eventually, you'll get to see that novella-length story, but, for now, it's back to Story A Day we go….
In addition to my marketable stories (which are explorations for a novel I'll be drafting in July; I do like to keep my writer-brain happy!), I thought it would be fun to do another series of TnT drabbles based on a story arc I'm keeping to myself for now. I promise that when the time is right, I'll reveal it!
To make the challenge even more interesting, I'll be using the daily STaD prompt, and also prompt words given to me by...well, YOU, if you want to play! Lay 'em on me - I love making my brain work for its amusement!
The STaD prompt for today is:
Your company sends you to meet a costumer at their house. It's a standard, nice neighborhood.
You ring and ring but nobody answers. The door is ajar, and you enter, calling aloud.
All is in order in the living room apart from an overturned potted plant on the expensive-looking rug…
Prompt Word Donor:
kitndavj:
Spin
Shutters
Doormat
Skeleton key
Accountant
Romanov
Blindfold
Carpet
And now I offer you...
"Your Name's Paula?"
"In this game, you're an accountant. Your company sends you to the Romanov house. Nice 's a skeleton key under the doormat, but the door's cracked open. You go inside and call. No answer – but there's a potted plant tipped over on a hand-knotted carpet -"
"Hey, who's this guy?"
The shutters slam. "You spin around. Someone blindfolds you."
"Unlikely."
"Your name's 'Paula''?
"No."
"Well, it happened. And it's a flesh-eating cannibal. What's next?"
"I am quite prepared to defend myself."
"What is your name?"
"Paula, you listening?"
"Yes."
She was – but only to the human male in her mind.