This year I am going to use Grammy’s short story prompts to write a story for my wonderful blog readers. Check out her blog. It’s a lot of fun. I hope you enjoy the story. Any feedback, comments, and constructive criticism are welcome.
Sorry I missed last month, but I was dealing with a bit of a writer’s block on my story and I didn’t know where to go with Vivian and Trevor’s story. You can read SCENE 1 and SCENE 2.
Prompt for this month: It was Friday, time for the weekend to...
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It was Friday, time for the weekend to begin. I’d been looking forward to spending some time by myself exploring my new city, coming to grips as to where the journey of my life had taken me. But no, instead, I’d been dressed up in a fancy ballgown, escorted across the city, to go to a gala with a man I’d just met this morning.
Flashed of the cameras brought me back to the present. Mr. Donne had me my the elbow and was whispering something in my ear. The cameras flashed again and my heel caught on the carpet. It snagged, throwing my body forward. A strong arm wrapped me around my waist to hold me upright.
“Easy there,”” he purred into my ear. “You don’t want to give the tabloids fun things to write about.”
What? The tabloids. My stomach sunk like a stone to my feet as my heart haammered in my chest.
“Whoa, no need to panic.” His blue eyes searched mine. “I was just joking.”
Joking or not, this was not good. “I can’t be in the papers or magazines,” I whispered out of the side of my mouth. My eyes darted from one side to the other as we stepped into the ballroom. It was elegantly decorated and a band played a soft tune in the corner. I should’ve been excited but instead my brain screamed run away. “Pictures wasn’t part of the deal.” I freed my arm from his grasp. “I need to leave.”
He took a step back and his piercing blue eyes searched my face. In my other life, I’d be enjoying every moment in this man’s company. Not anymore, I saw a exit sign and made to go to that.
“Wait. Don’t leave.” His hand engulfed mine, pulling me back to him. Tingles of electricity ran up my arm and my cheeks heated as he came near. “If it’s the pictures, I’ll have my assistant buy their silence.”
“I wish it were so easy.” I shook my head, “I’m supposed to keep myself invisible.”
A frown crossed his brow. “Why?”
I chewed on my bottom lip. Do I trust him? I trusted the last man who promised to take care of me and look where I ended up. Making up my mind, I stepped closer to him. Standing on my tiptoes, I whispered, “I’m in witness protection.”