Am/Dram - Chapter OneA Chapter by David LittleThe opening chapter of a murder mystery novel I wrote in 2010 and am currently editing.Chapter One She closed her eyes tightly and grimaced, her whole body locked up in the grip of numbness. She hated the rain and the cold and there was nothing more that she wanted at that moment other than being curled up on the couch with a glass of Pinot Noir, a half eaten box of chocolates and something from the Hallmark channel. The only thing that kept her going was the knowledge that there was no one else who was going to do it and, damn it, the town needed the twice yearly productions they put on otherwise what else did they have? The local cinema had shut down almost 2 years ago, and the oft promised multiplex had gone the way of the ice rink; the sports centre and the new kids play park. All that was needed now was for someone in the council to have the bright idea of pulling down the Village Hall and building some more flats for people who wouldn’t move into the area because there was nothing for them or their families to do, except spending hours wandering from the half empty shopping centre. An afternoon wandering around Asda should be tempting for no-one. Which was why, despite the crappy weather and the horrendous hours twice a week on top of her day job and looking after the kids, she was determined to do whatever she could to keep the amateur dramatic society going. With steely determination, and the thought of hot chocolate spiced with grand maurnier upon her return home, she thrust her hand out and grabbed the keys from the puddle. Of course the wet immediately sliced into her fingers, but by then she was upright once more and had put the key in the lock, turned it and with a grunt, pushed open the door into the surprisingly warm hall. In a few moments she had navigated through the corridor, expertly shrugging off her coat whilst still balancing the box from hand to hand. She shook her wet hair and reached up to the light box and with a few flicks of her index finger, knocked them all on and filled the corridor and the hall itself with bright light. She kicked the heavy swing doors open and stepped purposefully into the main hall, before striding across the open space towards the stage, where at last she was able to dump the boxes on top of the stage. Then she dipped her shoulder slowly and realised - as her coat slid down her arm and onto the floor - that she hadn’t had to disable the alarm. “Hello?” she called out to no one in particular. “Anyone here?” Of course she realised that, more likely than not, the janitor had forgotten to set the alarm before he left for the day, but it was the first time in the numerous nights where she had opened up that she didn’t have to turn it off. She tried again. “Hello?” After a few seconds of silence, she decided that the janitor must have forgotten, shrugged her shoulders and started to unpack. # © 2011 David Little |
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Added on September 22, 2011 Last Updated on September 22, 2011 AuthorDavid LittleEdinburgh, United KingdomAboutBy day I work because I’m no hunter/gatherer. By early evening I play dad and husband, with a side order of chef. By night I don my costume which is eerily similar to a long sleeved t-shirt and .. more..Writing
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