I am trying something new over the next three weeks; a series of short parts to a single story based upon the current event. I have no idea where this is going (and if I did, I would be billionaire in 3 weeks 🙂 ). I’m going to try posting about three times a week, updating the events experienced by the characters as they occur in real time. I hope you enjoy and that I can keep up.
April 12th, 6:02 pm
TICK Tock! The antique grandfather clocked counted out the minutes as she waited. The hardwood paneling accentuated the mechanical rhythm, refocusing her attention to the issue at hand. She had eagerly took the gamble but now, being on the losing end, she rethought her eagerness a month ago. Her foolish pride was going to cost her, and cost her dearly.
The hard wood paneling, the imposing oak desk, the high back chair, it all reminded her the headmistress’ office back at her prep school. Back then she had only ever been in the office for student government meetings. She was glad she never graced that office for a failing, though such experience would have helped her nerves right now. Or maybe knowing would have made it worst.
The creak of the large wooden door behind her startled into a stiff, upright posture. Her heart shifted to high, trying to beet its escape from her chest. “Time to meet my maker,” she mumbled to herself as the other woman strode confidently up to the desk.
March 17th, 7:34pm
Jessie pondered her response to the email. It was a tempting offer, and one she believed she could handily win. Her alumni mater was a number one seed. She would do fine in the competition, it was the consequences and rewards which caused her pause. Nate and her had joined the society to add a little spice to their romance, but they hadn’t really participated beyond observing others. Nonetheless, the other women had accepted her as one of their own from the first meeting. She had quickly became comfortable talking about anything with them, even if she was too shy to do anything yet.
There was the other fact that no one but Nate had touched her. The couples competitions was completely out of the question, but the girl’s competition was a possibility. Nate wouldn’t have a problem with one of the women touching her on the rare chance that she lost. She actually was curious as to such a situation. The problem would be claiming her reward. She had never been on that end of the equation and was concerned if she could actually do it.
Jessie replied to the email saying she would participate before she could chicken out. The success of her bracket this year now had an extra stake, her bum.