Brownies, Brews and Blades make a great theme. The blades look perfect, and I’ll endure Jena’s tea torture if you make brownies. Meet you there after checking on the Dukat case. We’ll get everything done before Jena gets home.
P.S. Found this dress hoodie online. It’s as much “chicness” as Thorn-Clad can stand.
Mom and Aunt Jena started Thorn-Clad Coaching and Security three years ago, after Mom left the Marine Corps and Aunt Jena decided that life coaching the wealthy was driving her insane with disgust.
I joined the team when I turned sixteen. A week later, my Kiss with a Fist t-shirt began the Thorn-Clad uniform war: Mom wanted professionalism, Aunt Jena demanded non-military chicness.
I took off my school sweater and slipped into the red dress hoodie. The foyer mirror approved.
With the brownie ingredients and the blades in a tote bag, I headed up the street towards Aunt Jena’s apartment.
In front of the building, I reached for my keys and found empty pockets. “Damn.”
“Want in, kiddo?”
The super’s voice made me jump. “Forgot my keys, and Aunt Jena isn’t home.”
“She’s back,” he said, unlocking the door.
“Thanks.” I avoided his gaze and headed straight for the elevator.
I was raising my fist to knock, when Aunt Jena’s door swung open.
My aunt turned around and walked away from the door without speaking.
“Auntie, what’s wrong?”
She stood with her back to me, wrapped in a thick red quilt.
I was going to follow her in, but stopped when she began to turn around slowly.
“Your face!” I bit my fist to choke a scream, and stared.
The skin of Aunt Jena’s face was stretched tight over sharp bones, leaving her eyes weirdly slanted. Her forehead shined like melting plastic, and her lips resembled plumped, discolored sausages.
Sharing bits of fiction (or reality) without background is tricky business… It can be an exciting writing exercise, too. The latter was my reason for joining the Word Master Challenge. Misha Gericke invites fellow writers to choose a “favorite famous book. Write a scene from it. In a totally different genre. Bonus points if the reader can guess the original book... More points if you can do the scene without it strictly being from the book itself, but we get the same sense from it.”
I took an old story, tweaked the characters, setting, genre… and brought the whole thing into modern times (I hope). If I failed miserably, I expect you to tell me where I went wrong. I mean it, my Wicked Luvs. What’s missing? How can the scene be improved, while keeping the word count under 300 words? What do you hate? What do you love? Would you like to read a full length story/novel about these women? Am I as devastatingly hot as I’ve always believed? *grin*