Thursday September 27th, 2012

The exercise:

Tell me a little something about: the crew.

I wrote mine in a small coffee shop in Penticton while I was waiting for Kat to finish her appointment with a chiropractor, who was hopefully sorting out her sore hips. As of tomorrow she'll be at 34 weeks, so it's not surprising that things might need a little readjusting at this point.

Currently having some fun with my photography. Will share details once I finally finish getting organized.

Mine:

Dusty Evans sat in his office and waited for the phone to ring. It should have rung ten minutes ago, but he wasn't worried. Not yet.

Another five minutes of silence would likely change that.

He rose from behind his desk - an antique he'd picked up years earlier on a business trip to Italy - and moved slowly to stand at his window. He'd intended to gaze down upon the mindless ants clogging the sidewalks thirty-five floors below, but instead found himself staring at his reflection again.

Where did all those grey hairs come from? I know I'm not a young man anymore, but surely this is too soon? I wonder how old Jessica thinks I am...

Dusty had hired Jessica the previous week to replace his last secretary. Melissa had been a little too chatty for her own good and a decision had been made about her future.

The phone came to life at last, fourteen minutes after the arranged time. Dusty brought the receiver to his ear and remained silent.

"Boss, it's Charles."

"I thought I asked David to -"

"Yeah, but I'm the only one left," Charles cut in, rather unwisely. "Dave and the rest of the crew all got busted by the cops."