This is a serialized story – be sure to read in order: from A (afterthought) to Z (zealous).
Courtney cringed and closed her eyes at the loud squeak of the door. “Please, let this be right. Please let this be right.” She realized what she said and laughed. “No more lefts!” Opening her eyes, she took a step backwards. “Not again! How did that happen?” She was in the same garbage room that she and Nash had been in. “Now what do I do?” She stepped inside, but not before putting some of her peppermint lip balm on her upper lip. Nothing had changed since she and Nash had been here.
“This makes no sense. I need to think this through. Who could be doing this? Why and how? This is quite an operation, no one pulled this together overnight.” She tried to find a clean spot to sit, finally pushed aside a pile of rags, placing the cleanest on the floor.
“What has he gotten us into?” She thought back over the years they had known each other. At one time, she had thought he’d ask her to marry him, but that had never happened. “We were so young and idealistic.” Shaking her head, she continued mumbling to herself. “I should never have followed him here. He said it was urgent, but wouldn’t explain why. That should have warned me. It’s not like he has someone he cares about that might have been kidnapped.”
She sighed and studied the room, hoping there was something different than last time. She snapped her fingers and jumped up. “I came in a different door so my right this time might not be the same one we took. Now, where is that door.” She kicked her way through the room, searching for a doorway. Not seeing a door, she stopped and surveyed the walls. The first was the one she entered through. “Don’t think I’m supposed to take the one again.” The next wall appeared to be made of cement with gray paint flaking off it. Another was covered in ancient tattered posters. The final was covered in faded wall paper with a old sofa in front.
“This makes no sense. Should I go out the way I came in?” As she sighed, a couple pieces of a large poster fell down, revealing a recessed handle. “I don’t care if it’s left or right, I’m outta here.” She dashed over, grabbed the handle and pulled, taking down the rest of the poster as the door opened.
To be continued…
Thank you.
Out of curiosity, what did you use to randomly pick these words? You’ve got me hooked.
I used this site and only once did I ask for a second word when the first one was just way too generic (and I did it more than once for X). https://capitalizemytitle.com/random-word-generator/
I’ve used a generator one year that gave me made up words that used. I’ve forgotten that there were generators. I got behind for a bit, but I’m caught up now. Feeling kind of like Alice!
Yup, definitely sort of an Alice in Wonderland sense….thanks for reading and commenting!
Here’s something funny. I tried to click “To be continued” to get to the rest of the story. 😊
We are trained, aren’t we… LOL!