Rachael Harrie, host of the campaign, has given us
challenge number one. You can go there to read other entries. Make sure to "like" the best ones in the link list (mine). Even if you're not in the campaign you can join just for fun!
We were asked to write a short story, beginning with "the door swung open". I decided to take the extra challenge and made it exactly 200 words ending with "the door swung shut".
The door swung open and I was face to
face with the man who killed my mother. He wore a grey suite with sheen, too
expensive for the humble façade. Didn’t matter, I could see through him no
matter what he was wearing.
Bartholomew, they called him, as he put
his hand to the bible. He always hated that name but I was glad. I wouldn’t
have to hear the childhood nickname I gave him. Bear.
A new rush of blood heated my face. My
fingers went stiff and dropped my notebook. Leave it. I don’t want to miss a
second.
“What was your relationship with the
victim?” the Defence said.
Bear stared me down. Er, Bartholomew.
Was he trying to scare me? I stared right back. This was the first we’d made
eye contact since the police found us making out in the back of Bear’s Escalade.
Is that a tear on his face? That’s right
Bear, milk it. “Well, I . . .”
The lead homicide detective burst
through the door and stormed to the front. “Judge Spencer, we need to discuss-”
“Wait until recess,” the judge warned.
“We have a confession.” Slowly creaking,
the door swung shut.
