Anyway, here it goes. This is the opening to a story I've been working on about a Fugitive Apprehension Agent. I'm still trying to mold her. I'm hoping she turns out to be a likeable character and I can turn it into a series. Who doesn't love a dysfunctional FBI agent?
Mercy
Its nights
like this that make me wish I would’ve listened to my high school counselor and
enrolled in the mortuary science program at the local college after graduation.
I’m sure being in that line of work would never require me to get all dressed
up in this low cut blouse and skin tight jeans. The wig, I can almost tolerate
because it hides my ear piece but the spiked heels are killing me and serve no
purpose other than to make me look like an idiot as I try to maneuver my way
across this gravel parking lot.
I can’t
wait to finish this job so I can get out of these ridiculous clothes. If it
were up to me, this night would be taking a totally different route.
It wouldn’t involve any sort of covert operation or spiked heels. My plan, go in, knock some heads together and leave. Leave the paperwork to the flunkies holding down the desk at the office. Simple enough.“Let’s hope I don’t have to run in these damn shoes,” I whisper.
“Are you complaining?” a deep voice asks in my earpiece, reminding me that my babbling is not going unheard. I make my way into the foyer, stopping when the flow of traffic reaches a stand still. I had my heart set on reaching the bar but the human barricade in front of me no longer allows me to elbow my way through and I’ve made it as far as I can until the flow of traffic begins to move again. I never imagined that there would be this many desperate people in one place.
To be continued........
Love it, well done. Baby steps is the key and you will write better the more you share. It's scary, I know, but there are a lot more people that will pat you on the back, rather than punch you in the face.
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