Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! And Happy Bealtaine!! (Yes, I spell it differently.)
I’m switching gears this week to this new story I am writing. It has yet to have a title and still no blurb. I will return to my serial killer story soon, I was getting bored sharing it. I’m excited to share from my new one! It has no title, nor a blurb. I’m already almost 9k words in, and in a matter of two weeks, which is huge for given my work schedule.
This is the very beginning, we are in the pov of Dr. Sarah Huxley…
I watched him as he paced his tiny solitary cell, walking barefoot across the cold tiled linoleum floor. He walked leaning his shoulder against the wall as he did, his head down looking at the floor, his dark chin length hair falling into his face, which made it difficult for me to see the emotions, if he had any, on his face. Was he just going for a stroll, or was he contemplating his next great escape, or who his next victim would be, who he would murder and mutilate? He looked like a tiger in a zoo, walking back and forth against the cage, eager and ravenous to be let loose.
He was taller up close, I had only seen him in photos before and on observation footage. Now I stood behind the privacy screen on the observation wall into his windowless room. He was wearing his orange jumpsuit pants and a wife beater tank. His orange jumpsuit shirt thrown on the floor… he must not like wearing a shirt very much. He was much paler than I had imaged, but I guess when you are the master of the criminal underworld, you’re not exactly basking in the sun. He was also way more fit and muscular then I would have pictured.
A LITTLE MORE:
“Good luck.” Dr. Morell said as he stepped along the observation wall, startling me out of my attention on him, “all he does is either sit in silence unamused or crack jokes. Why your father thinks you will get something out of him, I don’t know. He’s not insane in need of cure, he’s in need of a chair, electric in nature, as most of our criminally insane patients are. This city and institution are a joke.”
“Well, I’m glad I know your stance on things, Doctor.” I replied in a sassy tone. “And my father thinks I’m a damn good psychiatrist. You’re just pissed that a patient was taken away from you. Tell Lewis to bring him into interview room four.”
“Meeting him face to face really isn’t a good idea.”
“Well, I can’t treat him from his cell door. I’m not afraid of someone who looks like the Crow.”
I knew Morell wouldn’t get the reference. “You have to be younger and hip to understand. Interview room four.”
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A tiger at the zoo . . . you’ve got such great imagery here and the dialog crackles with tension. OMG, is that a Guinea pig?! Sorry. Got distracted. I love piggies!
Thank you! I’m very excited about this story!
And yes, I am a mama of 6 piggies and 5 human children. I have more piggies than humans. 😂
I love having piggies, they are the best pets I have ever had and so easy to take care of. They warm my heart everyday. I’m looking into starting a rescue here in Rochester, NY.
The challenge has been issued! Can she get into this guy’s head? Nice scene-setting!
No post for me this week. ::-)
Thank you! And awww, no post 🙁 I enjoy reading yours!
Interesting beginning for sure…
Thank you! It was one of those moments where I wrote it before I even knew what was happening…I was totally in the zone!
Will be interesting to learn what information she can get out of this guy that no one else can. Also, the why and how. Great start!
Thank you! More to come!
Great descriptions of both the setting and the subject. There certainly is a Silence of the Lambs vibe here. This guy is dangerous!
Thank you! And oh Silence of the Lambs, thank you for that, too! Although, my character wouldn’t eat you.
It was inspired by another story – not sure I want to say, yet.
Excellent description of him–tiger in a zoo. Not sure I’d want to get into his head, though. Great start for this new book.
Thank you! He definitely turns her world upside down.