Derek glanced at the clock and cringed. Only ten more minutes. Sweat made his pants stick to the desk chair. In front of him, Sera was leaning back in her seat, hands laced behind her head, making a big show of the fact she was already finished.
“Three minutes!” announced Mr. Olmstead, with what Derek could only interpret as glee.
Setting: DOCTOR and NURSE standing over a table performing surgery on a patient.
[NURSE hands DOCTOR a scalpel. It’s blue.]
DOCTOR: [Looks at scalpel and hands it back to NURSE] Give me the yellow one.
“Fretting the beginning?” Radnor asked. He laughed before I could answer. “Silly, silly boy. Don’t you realize the beginning doesn’t matter?”
I looked around the room. Its dingy gray walls were marked with scuffs, stains, and even some writing in a language I couldn’t decipher from my place at the table. I felt the ropes digging into my ankles, holding them tight against the chair legs.
The belt chafed as the sword’s unfamiliar weight swung with his stride. Jarl reckoned he ought to have taken Old Marko’s advice to sling the thing over his back, that or he should have stolen a horse.
11:59 and Andrew still couldn’t believe he’d agreed to being there. “Nearly the witching hour,” he said, dismayed at how loud his voice sounded in the quiet night.
“Hm?” Becca said vaguely as she fiddled with the mini-disc recorder. “Actually, the witching hour is well past midnight, I believe.” She looked up at him and smiled.
Hot coffee dribbled down Eddie’s chin.
“Ow! Thab hutts! Dabbit!” he shouted as he set the cup on the table and grabbed his napkin.
“Well, if you’re going to be that way, I’m leaving.” Mick said, one arm already in his coat as he headed for the door.
He turned to look at Jenny one more time, hoping she would stop him. He gasped.
“I’m fired!?” Jim shouted, “But I just had my annual review and you said I was doing good work!”
The familiar face across the desk from him was twisted in an unfamiliar expression that could either indicate fury, or a man trying as hard as he could not to laugh.
Lori was on a roll. She loved working from home and it looked as if she would finish her article early. Her fingers moved with blurring speed over the computer keyboard.
Suddenly, she heard something hit the outside of her house.
Marcus held the rope tight and looked up, trying to see Karen against the blinding sun. He could feel her climbing as the rope became taut and he fed more rope through the belay device hooked to his harness.
Suddenly he heard Karen shout, “Holy crap!”