I’ve not been well for the last couple of weeks, so my writing has suffered. I keep finding that I start stories for the Write-in, then I can’t find an ending or I don’t have the energy to type up and edit them. But now that I’m feeling a bit better I’ve forced myself to make the effort!
Rubicon (123 words)
The thing that was not quite Chloe looked in through the bedroom window.
She had wedged herself against the old, rusted fire escape. If the room’s occupants looked over they would see her clearly, but both seemed distracted. The breeze touched her skin and she realised with a shock how warm she was. Used to her synthetic body, its auto-cooling systems, the new bodily sensations overwhelmed her. Particularly unsettling was the churning in her stomach, the sickness in her throat. She knew it was due to the other woman who was touching Sam inside that bedroom. She wasn’t sure why.
Chloe dried her face on her sleeve and pulled the hammer out of her bag. It was too late to turn back now.