Tuesday, August 12, 2014

~ Juicy Character Snippets ~ The Plan

  • Continued •

  "Mother, I implore you," Winston's blood pressure was ready to burst like a tick. "Take this piece of paper to the witchy woman behind the counter. The office is suite 101. You can't miss it."

Marjorie sighed. Being dragged along in another Winston's tirades wasn't her idea of a good time.

   "What am I to say?" she asked.

   "You will must release a tear or two and in a very solemn voice will declare my unfortunate, unexpected, very tragic death."

   "Son, but you aren't dead." She said almost in question.

   "The vampires have sucked enough of my blood!" he shouted and waved the piece of paper in the air. "Have you seen the unsightly mole that has popped up in the wake of the study drug?"

He pointed to a purplish mole on his arm, it had a single black hair growing out of it. Marjorie eyed the dot with skepticism.

   "What if they ask for proof?" she asked and rubbed her head. A migraine started forming.

   "Don't worry over such trivial matters." Winston reached across his mother and heaved a hearty heave as he opened up the door to the car. "Out you go and into the depths of retribution." 

Marjorie dragged her legs out of the car and slowly made her way into the office building. Going over the words in her brain, she rehearsed what she was going to say. She clutched the paper as if it was Winston's thick neck. The nerve of him, putting her through this. The lady behind the desk, looked at the approaching, distraught Marjorie.

   "How can I help you?" she asked.

   "My son is dead!" Marjorie slapped the paper on the counter. Tears of embarrassment, shame, and failure streamed down her cheeks. "The study drugs killed him!"

People in the waiting room snapped their heads at the lady behind the counter. Wondering if they to would be given the lethal cocktail.

  "Ma'am, if you could come this way," the lady gestured for Marjorie to follow. "We will need some information from you, I'm so terribly sorry."

Marjorie thoughts of strangling her son returned.

  "I brought the paper," she said, and obediently followed behind the lady.

  "That's great, we will need that," she said, taking the paper. "Would you like some water?"

  "Oh, yes please," Marjorie smiled.


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