9 September 2014

Tuesday's Tales ~ Ribbon



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Way-Hay! Tuesday's Tales is back, after a short summer break. This week our prompt word is RIBBON and my snippet is from the opening scene in the 2nd chapter. My hero is in for a nasty surprise when he regains consciousness....

Pain and bitter cold threatened to spin him back into the blackness. His head ached and his face throbbed. Something hard, wedged behind his back, pinned him down against the freezing metal floor of his prison. He tried moving and groaned. Ropes cut into his wrists and ankles and noise seeped into his woozy brain. A whooshing sound that overrode the pounding of his blood in his ears.

Movement. Judging by the blackness around him, and the constant sound of an engine, he was trussed up like a chicken and in the boot of a vehicle. The blast of a nearby horn warred with the pain in his head and he swallowed another groan. Better whoever was driving thought him still senseless. How long had been out? Hard to say because the last thing he could remember was going to bed. Last night? Was it still night time, or later?

He vaguely remembered seeing a ribbon of light seeping between the crack in the curtains. So, not night time.  Fighting against the pain he tried to marshal his thoughts. He’d been asleep when something woke him, but before he could try and work it out, the blow to his head knocked him senseless. Had the intruder attacked him? If so why? And what about the female voice that filtered into his semi-consciousness? Where did she fit in, if she fitted in at all?

The muffled sound of a female singing along to the radio reached him. Good lard, was his attacker a female? His cousin’s mother was a formidable woman but even she wouldn’t stoop to physical violence on her nephew. Unless of course, she was part of…

He tensed when he heard the engine change pitch. Were they stopping would someone come and let him out? No, the engine was idling. Lights? God knew he didn’t want to remain incarcerated in the vehicle but until he could mentally prepare himself he’s take however more minutes he could get to sort out his thoughts and to try and make sense of what was happening to him.

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14 comments:

Flossie Benton Rogers said...

Wow what a precarious situation to be in. It makes me short of breath. Very tight and descriptive writing-- I can't wait to see who has him and how he's going to get free. http://flossiebentonrogers.com

SherryGLoag said...

:-) Thanks Flossie, I'm glad this worked for you.

V.L. Locey said...

Holy crow, talk about tension! Well done.

Iris Blobel said...

well done at sitting the scene, great descriptions.

SherryGLoag said...

:-) Thanks Vicki.

SherryGLoag said...

Thanks Iris :-)

morgan said...

Lovely. I could feel his rising panic as he tried to unravel what happened to him.

Jillian said...

Awesome. I'm intrigued and want more! Perfect.

SherryGLoag said...

:-) Thanks Morgan, I'm delighted you could feel his panic.

SherryGLoag said...

:-) Jillian, your wish is my command. I am offering another, slightly longer, snippet next week.

chrysnjay said...

Excellent!
Descriptive and realistic emotions. I felt like I was right there along side him. Great job!
Trisha Faye

SherryGLoag said...

:-) Thanks Trisha.

Jean Joachim said...

Wow! My anxiety level just hit the roof. I can actually feel his pain! This is tense. I wish you'd rescue'd him before this snippet ended. Hope you will this coming week. Fabulous.

SherryGLoag said...

You didn't really expect me to do that did you Jean? :-) I'm glad it works for you.