02.10.02
Title: The Challenge
©Abbie Layne
The Challenge
. . . . Mulder watched Elyse as she walked to the mantle and looked at her husband's picture.
"I buried him today. The hardest thing I've ever had to do."
"Really? I would have thought killing him was the hardest."
She lowered her head and walked over to him. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. And slapped his face. "How dare you! We invited you into our home and you accuse me of killing my own husband?"
"If the shoe fits..."
She slapped him again. "Leave!"
"Certainly, but you'll have to come with me." He pulled a folded paper from inside his coat. "I have a warrant for your arrest."
She smiled sardonically. "Really now, do you? You might want to take another look at that, Agent Mulder."
He unfolded the paper and read it, it was the one he had been scribbling on earlier. "What in the-I burned this ." The top of the paper began to crinkle and turn to ash, then burst into flame. He dropped the burning paper and looked at Elyse . . . .
This is the only part to this story I wrote. Truth be told, I couldn't come up with a beginning or end. So, I leave that to you. Write a beginning and end to this story. Upload it on this site under the same title and email me when you do so that I can read it.
Title: The Challenge
©Abbie Layne
The Challenge
. . . . Mulder watched Elyse as she walked to the mantle and looked at her husband's picture.
"I buried him today. The hardest thing I've ever had to do."
"Really? I would have thought killing him was the hardest."
She lowered her head and walked over to him. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. And slapped his face. "How dare you! We invited you into our home and you accuse me of killing my own husband?"
"If the shoe fits..."
She slapped him again. "Leave!"
"Certainly, but you'll have to come with me." He pulled a folded paper from inside his coat. "I have a warrant for your arrest."
She smiled sardonically. "Really now, do you? You might want to take another look at that, Agent Mulder."
He unfolded the paper and read it, it was the one he had been scribbling on earlier. "What in the-I burned this ." The top of the paper began to crinkle and turn to ash, then burst into flame. He dropped the burning paper and looked at Elyse . . . .
This is the only part to this story I wrote. Truth be told, I couldn't come up with a beginning or end. So, I leave that to you. Write a beginning and end to this story. Upload it on this site under the same title and email me when you do so that I can read it.