Monday Number Zero
A train rumbled past outside the window, reminding her that life still existed beyond these four walls. She wondered again how long it had been since fresh air had entered this room with the stillness leaving her suffocating, not unlike being buried alive. The bulky man wheezed behind the ornately carved desk, stacked high with papers and manila files. The only respite to the blandness of his desk was an old ochre paperweight from Uluru proclaiming proudly in midnight blue lettering that I climbed the rock.
He coughed suddenly and indicated a seat in front of his desk.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleLisa, you are teasing your reader with what feels like the beginning of an intriguing story. I want so much to know what is happening. Can you please write part 2?
Hey! I’ve written 3 other parts to this story – search ‘Monday’ 🙂
Why did he cough? Was he taken aback by her feat?
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I remember this story, Lisa but re-read parts 1, 2 and 3 to remind myself of where you left it. Each episode, so intriguing, and I am still wondering what door she will choose!
Thanks Linda! Me too! 🙂
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHello, Lisa. Each episode brings excitement and leaves me intrigued about the next part. Well done, Lisa.
Thanks Lotchie!
You are most welcome, Lisa.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleLisa, this was very intriguing and I am looking forward to the next part!