Prompt n. 1
NOTE: I've enrolled in a creative writing course and I will try to write every day. The course provides daily prompts to help create discipline and as much as I'm not a big fan of this type of things, I've started to see the benefit of a routine in other areas of my life, so... let's do it.
Prompt:
“She approached the unfamiliar door and nervously took the key from her pocket. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, then opened it. To her horror she saw…”
She approached the unfamiliar door and nervously took the key from her pocket. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, then opened it. To her horror, she saw that the floor was covered in a thick, faded pink carpet, littered with loose hair and unidentified flakes of something that could be food as much as plaster fallen from the walls.
“This is going to be terrible for my allergies,” she sighed, bringing a clean handkerchief to her nose. The room was musty and smelled of mould.
She prompted her suitcase on a chair and held her breath until she could push the curtains aside with a flurry of dust and fully open a window that was too small and smeared with oily fingerprints.
She smoothed her tailored jacket, finding solace in the familiar sound of her white gloves on the fabric. They would never think of looking for her there.
“What to do now?” she wondered.
She needed time to think. To plan. She'd never been alone, not like that. Her daughter travelling to Thailand. Her book club, suspended. Her husband laying in their backyard, his skull cracked open by a hammer. Truly, an inconvenience after the other.
And Karen hated to be inconvenienced.