This week has been decidedly unproductive in terms of writing. On a positive note though, I’ve had a few books to enjoy in my role as beta-reader, so at least I wasn’t staring at the wall, or indeed banging my head against it as I was last week.
Last Wednesday was my first experience as a ‘Wippeteer’ and I received a huge welcome. This is especially appreciated, since I now realise I fluffed on the rules. I completely missed the whole ‘maths’ thing, but then it always was my weakest subject J
So here’s what I’ve been working on.
The smell registered first. Slapping her awake like a hand-full of smelling salts; strong enough to make her eyes water and her stomach heave in protest. The aroma of death and decay clawed at her throat. She had no idea if her captors were close by and she didn’t care. Her lips began to move instinctively, the chant increasing with every jagged breath until she was clear of the rancid stink assaulting her nostrils.
She didn’t open her eyes right away. Instead she took stock of her injuries. Her head hurt, which was a given – she had been struck from behind. Her hair was a little frayed too, but it would heal. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had tried to cut it and it wouldn’t be the last.
Reaching out with her senses, she explored the six by eight cell and found nothing out of the ordinary. If you didn’t count the pit in the centre of the room, which probably accounted for the smell.
Her hands were bound above her head, connected to a thick, coiling chain which attached to matching cuffs at her ankles. There was something odd about her binds.
The math is pretty simple 27-8-1-4 = 14 sentences.
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Thanks for reading.