WIN BOTH BOOKS IN THIS WEEKS CONTEST!
A few months back I did something similar to this with the Romance Bandits, and had an awesome time. So, this is the contest. Below is a picture of a scene and the beginning of a story. I’ve told the first half and it’s up to you to finish the tale…write the ending. It can be just a line or two or more. The best ending will be picked by Rita and announced next Sunday. GOOD LUCK TO YOU ALL
As the mist thinned in the early morning light I could see the trail and the tree to my left that marked the spot for Glen’s murder. I glanced his way. His brow twisted in confusion. It was time.
“Mary, how much further is it?” Glen muttered. “This tool box is heavy. I thought you said the trail was mushy. My four by four could have made it back here with no problem…this trail is good.”
“See that tree?”
“Well, if you go to the edge you’ll see my car slid down the steep hill that’s just on the other side of the tree. Go look.”
“What?” he refused to take another step. “Hell, if that’s the case - you don’t need me or my tool box. What you’re gonna need is a tow truck, darling. Why didn’t you tell me this on the phone?”
“Won’t you at least go take a look?” I could feel hot sweat breakout on my upper lip. It quickly pooled against my flesh in the humid morning dew. He wasn’t going to make this easy. “I’m sure there is something you can do.” I inched closer to the tree, hoping he’d follow me. Glen walked a few steps closer, but not close enough for me to shove him over the edge.
“You sure this is the right spot? I don’t see any tire marks. What in tar nations where you doing out here anyways?”
If I couldn’t get him closer to the edge, I’d have to kill him another way. The only thing I had on me to use as a weapon was