From Halloween 2012

This is the post that started the story . . . .

 

Being called in this late at night was not a problem. She didn’t mind going in to work last minute.  They may have wanted to think that one over before hiring her.  She didn’t change, just grabbed her keys and left.  Keeping everything needed in the trunk, was easier that way.
When she arrived on that blue moon, there was a black cat in the parking lot. She noticed it as she pulled in.  Parking the farthest from the building, in the darkest spot, she was not afraid. The cat didn’t notice her, not even when the engine shut off.
The trunk was popped from inside, the driver’s door opened. She glanced over. The cat sleek and black, didn’t notice.  Heels hit the pavement, click, click. The cat noticed.  She stopped and watched in mid movement, while the cat’s ears perked up, and the hair along its back began to rise in slow motion. The formerly seated cat stood up, then crouched ready to spring.  She walked around to the back, hidden by the trunk lid.  A smile crept across her face, ‘The cat won’t move until it knows where I am going to walk,’  She thought.
She took her time removing the gear. Making sure she had everything she would need.  Putting her hand on the edge of the lid above her head, the glossy painted nails and jewels catching the light as she drummed them on the metal . . . making time. Then suddenly the lid slammed down. The cat hadn’t moved.
‘We stared at each other. The cat and I. I looked towards the employee entrance, and debated. Should I go out of my way to walk into the cat’s path, or should I walk straight ahead to work?  I checked my watch.  It was a couple of minutes to midnight. Straight.’ She would later recall.
‘I chose at the last second to walk farther around my parking spot, as if to head toward the cat. It took a few steps back.  Then sat. Brave. I walked straight to my destination, until I was parallel with the cat on my right. I stopped. Turned my head. The cat stood back up. I bent at the waist, leaning towards the minion, and hissed. The cat sprang and ran away never looking back. I know, I watched.‘  She would continue to report about that night.
Laughter echoed in the night air off the building and mostly vacant lot.
She checked her watch.  Clocking in right on time.

Third

THIS IS A ROUGH FIRST DRAFT. Written as raw blog posts in a stretch of both my imagination and writing practice. There are errors, that is what a rough first draft is. A rough isn’t perfect, grammatically or structurally. Those are the things that get worked out in the edits and rewrites. Will the final draft look anything like this? Have to wait and see. For now, enjoy.

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**** Note-  This is being published here in the order that I write it, my notes and all.  Not as it would appear were it a completed book.  This is the practice copy in progress.  I had to debate this point.  But my blog is about working towards goals.  I haven’t found anything like a work in progress for a story, but if anyone knows of one, please share a link or title with me please. Thanks!  Oh, and I am editing to some extent, spelling, grammar and some wording, please remember you are only seeing first draft posts of practice writing of a darker than I normally write story.  Again, THANKS!*****
(NEED TO WRITE – Scene in the room, leaving the building, placing body in the heast, TJ going in for coffee)
Scene – after they have placed body in Hearst TJ goes back in after checking the back gate is locked to get coffee, having said their  ‘see ya/goodbyes’….
Half way across the lot to her vehicle, Sam hears a noise.  Stopping, she slowly turns around in a circle looking near and far for the source.  She focuses for a second on the hearst.  Seeing nothing amiss, she pauses waiting  to hear another noise, instead she felt a light breeze of wind upon her bare face.  Thinking it was the wind rustling a leave or branch she continues walking toward her vehicle.  Unable to shake the feeling something else was there, she checked around her vehicle.  She took one more look around about  twenty feet out from the car, and clicked her doors unlocked so the interior light would come on.  She didn’t take the empty bag to the trunk as she normally did, instead she tossed it across to the passenger seat, sitting down in one swift motion, locking the door from the key ring still in her right hand, she shivered a little as she looked around her.  After checking the mirrors.   She looked straight at the entrance she had just left, and the shiny black vehicle parked in front of it.   TJ locked it, she would later recall thinking.  Sam started her vehicle and decided at the last moment while putting the car in gear to take one drive by the hearst just for her own reassurance.   Nothing had felt right since they walked in that building.
Just as Sam reached the hearst TJ came out, he waved.  She pulled up along side, leaving room for TJ to open his door.
“Hey, girl, didn’t get no coffee. Can you pick some up with the food?:
“Sure, no problem.  You be careful on the drive back ok?”
TJ nodded his head, “You be careful with my chocolate pie on the way to the home.”
“Will do, in a few.”
Waving each other off, Sam waited until TJ was in the vehicle and motioning for her to get going before she drove off.  The big black hearst following her little car out of the lot.  At the first corner she turned left and he right.
Back at the entrance they had just left the second hearst pulled up in front of the entrance.

 

 

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