After a few weeks not being able to join in on W.o.W. here I am, though I’m a few days late. Tsk, tsk! (Thanks to the lovely Gill over at inkpaperpen for extending the deadline especially with it being school holidays!)
We’ve been treated to a masterclass with the wonderful writer Allison Tait and her interesting choice of prompt for this week’s five minute writing exercise. I was fascinated to learn that romance covers more genres that what I had originally thought, among other things. After all, I’m here to learn, aren’t I?
This piece is clearly influenced by snippets of shows that have three, maybe four letters to their name, or interesting sounds that announce a cut to the next scene. Cue long coats, mobile phones and dark sunglasses.
“I can’t stress how important it is that we behead this fiend.”
“He’s done it again!” she yelled in response to her boss who was running on to the next crime scene. She wanted to punch something, but this was obviously not the place, so she managed to stop her arm mid-air. Those drums will get a good bashing tonight if anyone lets me near them, she thought.
“He’s left all these cryptic clues that my brain can’t handle at this time of the morning without a double espresso.” That was the queue for one of her accompanying officers to rush down the street. “This guy is clearly a hundred steps ahead of me, and I’ve made such wonderful plans to escape this weekend.”
The poor detective stood with her head in her hands, praying that the mysterious puzzle of letters and numbers left as clues would begin to jump out at her. On first glance it seemed that nothing around the apartment was out-of-place.
Sitting in the stairwell, coffee in hand she took out her notepad and started writing, willing the strokes on the paper to form some kind of logic. The weekend that she had planned was now slipping further out of her reach.