Saturday, February 4, 2012

Trifecta Writing Challenge: Three sentences, one story.

This week's challenge at Trifecta: make it short, sweet, and complete. Oh, and congrats to Trifecta for being a Bloggie finalist!

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She walked carefully down the unfamiliar passage from the bedroom to the kitchen.  The message light on his machine flashed mutely in the pre-dawn dark; he'd turned the ringer off. As she shivered into her clothes, she thought of all the times she’d called at night, surprised that he wasn’t home.

8 comments:

PurpleMoose said...

ooooh - this is full of possibilities and probabilities. :)

karen said...

Sweet story. I have a complicated relationship long over that involved tortuous telephone tricks. Now you have me trying to figure out the exact nature of their relationship ... hmmmmm ...

Kim at Let Me Start By Saying said...

Shivering from more than cold, I'm sure. Very well done.
Came from the Trifecta link.

Jenna said...

i get a creeped out feeling from reading this. im not sure if that's one of the angles you were going for, but i get the impression she's not happy, is creeped out, and can't wait to get into her clothes and leave.

well done, i think this could be interpreted in a variety of ways!

Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Interesting. I want to read more.

Trifecta said...

Thank you for linking up to this week's Trifextra Challenge. What an interesting, creepy little story you've given us. I love the insider's perspective we're given here--she's been in the house when others were locked out (figuratively) and she's been the one turned away, too. Nicely done. Hope to see you back on Monday for the weekday challenge.

LucidLotus said...

There is so much anticipation behind these words.

JC said...

Thanks, everyone, and sorry for the belated response. I'm still getting used to the idea that people are READING my stuff.

This actually happened to me after a night spent with a guy who made it a pretty humiliating experience. (He couldn't get it up and decided to blame it on the way I looked in particular areas. Yep. Chivalry was not only dead, it was rotting in a shallow grave under his porch.)