Every Friday a friend and I get together via Skype, pick a prompt and set the timer for 5 minutes of frantic writing. We then post our stories on our respective blogs.
Today's prompt was: When he got there her desk was in disarray and the phone was off the hook.
Here's the story I wrote:
A Missed Opportunity
Jack ignored the waiter's obvious stare and dialed Sylvia's number again. He had been trying to reach her for an hour, but all he got was her voice mail.
He fingered the ring in his pocket and thought again about the words he had rehearsed all week.
It wasn't like her not to call if she was going to be late.
He finally gave up, paid for his drink and drove over to her apartment. When she didn't answer the door, he used his key.
When he got there her desk was in disarray and the phone was off the hook. The room looked like a war zone.
They had talked about this...what they should do if either one of them were ever found, but now that it had happened, all the plans they had made went right out the window. Jack was not going to leave town on the next plane, he was going to find her...and he was going to kill the man that he should have killed three years ago!



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