"Monday's Minute" Entry
Hello all!
First post on first blog. Pretty cool, huh? :o)
Below is my entry for the Monday's Minutes Challenge on christiswrite.blogspot.com. I chose the prompt "I slammed the door of my car. What was I doing here?" submitted by His Princess, and my entry is 257 words:
I slammed the door of my car. What was I doing here?
Del whined from the passenger seat, her ears pressed flat against her head. She stared after me with mournful eyes. I reached in through the half-open window and ran my hand down the fur of her neck. “I know, girl, I know. I won’t be long, ok?"
The dog whimpered again. “Look, I don’t like it either. But this is my job.”
I could feel her watching me as I walked up the driveway. Halfway there I stopped and looked back. Del was pressed up against the door with her head out as far as the window would allow. The breeze clearly carried the sound of her whimpering to me.
I shivered, and not from the light wind. I trusted Del’s instincts, she was usually spot on in gauging a dangerous situation. This wasn’t our first job together, but I had never seen her this agitated.
With one last glance at the building, I turned and jogged back to the car. Del flung herself onto me the second I got the door open, growling softly as I clipped the leash to her collar.
We approached the house together and climbed the steps. My hand subconsciously dropped to the weapon at my side as my eyes darted in every direction.
Del’s growling intensified as we reached the door. Her fur bristled, and I felt another chill sweep over me. Standing straighter, I raised my fist and thumped twice on the solid oak door.
Then we waited.
First post on first blog. Pretty cool, huh? :o)
Below is my entry for the Monday's Minutes Challenge on christiswrite.blogspot.com. I chose the prompt "I slammed the door of my car. What was I doing here?" submitted by His Princess, and my entry is 257 words:
I slammed the door of my car. What was I doing here?
Del whined from the passenger seat, her ears pressed flat against her head. She stared after me with mournful eyes. I reached in through the half-open window and ran my hand down the fur of her neck. “I know, girl, I know. I won’t be long, ok?"
The dog whimpered again. “Look, I don’t like it either. But this is my job.”
I could feel her watching me as I walked up the driveway. Halfway there I stopped and looked back. Del was pressed up against the door with her head out as far as the window would allow. The breeze clearly carried the sound of her whimpering to me.
I shivered, and not from the light wind. I trusted Del’s instincts, she was usually spot on in gauging a dangerous situation. This wasn’t our first job together, but I had never seen her this agitated.
With one last glance at the building, I turned and jogged back to the car. Del flung herself onto me the second I got the door open, growling softly as I clipped the leash to her collar.
We approached the house together and climbed the steps. My hand subconsciously dropped to the weapon at my side as my eyes darted in every direction.
Del’s growling intensified as we reached the door. Her fur bristled, and I felt another chill sweep over me. Standing straighter, I raised my fist and thumped twice on the solid oak door.
Then we waited.
I love it! Except... it ended at a cliff hanger... but anyway, I can't wait for your next posts/things!
ReplyDeleteGood news! I think I'm going to combine it with another story and keep writing it!
Deleteso clever how you wrote it so we don't know if the 'weapon' at his side is something else, or if it's del.
ReplyDeleteI love it! Great story, Sierra! :)
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