Friday, November 4, 2011

Combinations (Friday Fiction)

Hi everyone! I have the wonderful pleasure of hosting Friday Fiction this week and it's been a busy week, so I'm keeping this as short as I possibly can. You'll find the linky widget below and my contribution. Don't forget to browse the links, read a few pieces and leave at least one comment. We all love the feedback. Happy reading! 


Author's Ramblings. Prompt fiction with a time limit again. This time was five minutes and as much as I could make from the word "Combination" so here we go. Thanks for stopping by, I hope you enjoy the read. This was just a writing exercise piece that I think I might want to expand in the future. ^_^ 





Five Minute Timed Writing Prompt : Combination


It was a combination of things, actually, not any single one thing. I had some clue and inkling that something bad was going to happen and when it did, then I realized that something else was going to go wrong. 

I had the first feeling after I saw him fall flat on his face for the second time that day. Knowing Stocker as I did, I thought it was odd the first time and very wrong the second time. He had a knack for keeping his cards well hidden and well played. I thought perhaps, that he might have played the wrong card for the first time in his entire life.

The second feeling came when his coffee cup exploded three seconds before his pudgy fingers were about to reach for it.

I cornered him outside Marcus’s office and pushed him inside, shutting and locking the door, before I closed all the blinds. He staggered to the desk and braced on the edge, wiping his sweaty face with the shaggy end of his striped tie.

“Stocker.” I acknowledged, turning the last blind flat with a flick of my wrist. “Anything you’d care to share?”

He gulped and gaggled, eyes darting everywhere but on me as his nervous fingers found more nerves to play with. “I-it’s nothing. Really.”

I folded my arms across my chest and took up a braced stance in front of the door just in case he decided to make a run for it. “Really? You know, except for that coffee cup back there?” He winced. “Yeah, that coffee cup, I might’ve believed you.”

Trembling hands clutched at his tie to awkwardly  mop his face again. “I-it’s really nothing.” He tried again. “C-can’t I go now?”

“Can you or can’t you?” I snorted. “Quite frankly, I can’t decide. I know you’re holding out on me. I’m not stupid Stocker, I know you wish I was, but I’m not.” I sighed, arms falling free to hang at my sides. “But tell you what, I’ll give you another chance, because my hands are tied.”

“R-really?” He brightened.

I glowered at him. “Don’t. Don’t you dare look so happy, because when my hands are tied, that means I don’t have any obligation to look after you and we both know what a bad thing that can be.”

The color drained from his face back to the rather normal pale hue I was accustomed to seeing. A rather sick sense of satisfaction registered as I realized that I had been the one to flip the trigger back to the way it was supposed to be. “See? Now we’re on the same page. Good boy. You can go now.”

He pushed away from the desk in a hurry and scrambled for the door.

I dodged neatly out of his way and listened to his clumsy footsteps tromping down the hallway. “Humans…I can’t believe I’m one of them.” The beeper at my waist clamored for attention and I squinted down at the screen. It was going to be a really lousy sort of day after all. 

© Sara Harricharan November 4, 2011

2 comments:

Yvonne Blake said...

Interesting! I can't wait to see what you do with this character.

Marijo (Mary Jo) Phelps said...

OK where is this going? You have me hooked!