Discretion Guaranteed
The phone’s screen lit up the confines of the car boot. She was bent double, wrapped in a tarp; crammed atop gardening implements and power tools.
He’d said he liked to role-play; flashed some cash; she’d played along. Now she was scared. Where is he taking me?
The customer was always right, but this guy was different. She needed the Duke. Why isn’t he answering?
The car began to slow as she checked her GPS location. The canal. She dialled the Duke’s number again. A busy tone
“No!”
The screen dimmed: “LOW BATTERY”
The car jerked to a stop.
- Category: Dystopian Fiction
- Tags: A Duchess, a Car Boot, A Dying Cellphone
2 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt about 9 years ago
Scary, but what happened to nightmares #s2, 3 and 4?
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John Judge about 9 years ago
Hi Neville,
Myself and Peter Muscutt (@zombiekiller on here) are doing a series together - we've given each other 50 random scenarios to consider - the precepts are listed in the tag section. Pete has done 2, 3 & 4.
