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Un Cadavre Exquis - 2017
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Her armor was weighing her down, so she shed it, knowing that if she didn't reach the portal in time it wouldn't matter whether she was defenseless.
It was her first time without her armor since she entered her training.
She felt naked... vulnerable... exposed.... everything she was trying to avoid on this critical mission through a foreign city where THEY could be watching at any given moment.
She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Focus, she told herself.
The steaks had to be cooked to perfection or everything would be ruined!
It is her debut in "La grande viande", the restaurant she always dreamt of opening since she was 11.
She had been working as executive assistant in a Fortune 500 company, but now at the age of 41, 30 years after the seed of her dream had been planted, she finally dared to leave her job.
She charged courageously toward her future.
She boarded a plane with her one way ticket to Paris and a backpack that contains her only possessions.
No one expected her upon arrival, she knew that was a path she had to find on her own, as usual.
She had grown unusually strong through practice.
But now, she good cut a tree as good as any men.
That's why she suddenly wanted to become a logger.
The idea of building a home with her own two hands, a home she could pass on to her children, was a lovely one.
But now, she was beginning to worry about what kind of mother she's going to be with only 3 months to go until she became one.
She could almost hear the words her own mother used as a constant reminder during her youth, "I am your mother, I am not your friend."
She wondered when she could finally find someone who could understand her, as a friend.
It certainly wouldn't/couldn't/shouldn't be this child, mores the pity.
Yet her time had come despite her family connections, and the city had chosen her as the seasonal sacrifice.
Dying wasn't the problem for her, it was what she was going to become once they killed her.
Would she be mutton stew or lamb roast; haggis or lamb chops; or simply yet another sacrifice to the God of Rain, Tralenahk?
So many dreams shattered, so many wishes unfulfilled, so delicious a life that will now be served as a summer dish to Tralenahk, the God of Rain.
As the legend says, only the chosen warrior could survive the rigors of the sacrificial ceremony, a feat none has accomplished.
But this was his chance. This was the day he showed everyone.
How he could bend his knee way more than everyone, and finally, no one would ever laugh.
"Arrrghh!" Sal shouted, determined to overcome the growing fatigue.
And suddenly, as if triggered by her shout, out of nowhere, there it appeared before her (which was a good thing, too, seeing that time was running out 25 posts previously): the portal!
But a portal to where, she wondered. Then she hesitated, as time was running out, whether she would go through it or not...
Sal jumped as the portal began flicker, indicating time had run out.
She was stuck...in time and space, waiting to see if it would send her to a new world or simply leave her here in this dried up husk of a land.
And she couldn't help but wonder by what folly the beauty had all faded before she had ever chance to see it.
Her inner voice was telling her to touch the luminous rock, and just as her hand reached out for it, a voice pierced her subconscious shouting, "Stop!"
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She has seen this person before; a dream perhaps, at a training conference, or perhaps in another life.
Yes, she finally figured it out, she saw him two weeks before in a conference on Legos...
He had the same kind of repulsive cockiness that fit his looks so well.
When he saw her, he started walking in her direction, smiling, so she had to pretend to be delighted that he was dedicating a few minutes of his so busy schedule to her.
"Wanna play? He asked with a wink.
"I'd rather not," she said, while looking for a way out of this place, she can't waste any more time.
"Oh, but we had so much fun last time." he says with a lascivious wink, which comes as a complete surprise to her.
"What did he mean?" She wondered.
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"Ah, yes, it was such a tempting book that I could not resist. I especially enjoyed your notes. How exactly did you relate to the peanut-pilfering mouse?"
"I too am a peanut-pilfering mouse", Minnie replied, even though no one seemed to believe her.
That is to say, no one, except the man with the curled mustache, who had been lurking behind a potted fern, eating peanuts.
How it works: Write one sentence to add to the story. That's it!
Rules: only ONE sentence please. No limits to your replies, but try to only write one sentence in a row at a time.
Try to ONLY READ THE COMMENT DIRECTLY PRIOR TO YOURS. Will make for a more fun read at the end.
Will close at the end of the quarter and we'll start a new one =)
To start us off...
Eleven blocks was a long way to run, but there was so much traffic and time was running out.