She drew back her hand, furious at it for shaking so much and wiped her sweaty palms on her flannel sleep pants. What on earth was there to be so nervous about? Okay, so it showed up in the middle of the night in her home. Clarence didn't seem too concerned about it. Curious, yes. Concerned, no. That was a plus. It wasn't making any strange noises, it didn't rattle when she shook it, it wasn't a strange and odd shape. As a matter of fact, the shape looked very familiar.
With a deep breath, she reached out again, untied the twine and folded back the paper. A manuscript. Someone had crept into her house while she slept and left her a manuscript. She was just about to push the pile of papers onto the floor when the title caught her eye. "The Green Sister Revealed." What the...?
She grabbed the first few pages and scanned through them, desperately searching for clues that the anonymous author truly knew who she was. With a sigh of relief she dropped the pages on the table. Just the normal, run-of-the-mill National Devourer crap. She was often given manuscripts by wannabe writers, but mostly romance. They all thought she had some secret in with her agent and would be thrilled to introduce them....despite all the times she told people she was not allowed by her agent and publisher to read other people's work. In this world of sue-happy people it was just not safe.
She padded to the kitchen and glanced at the coffeemaker's clock. 5:00? Grumbling, she punched the "on" button, bypassing the automatic timer. No way was she going to wait two hours for a cup of ambrosia. She was amazed she'd been able to function this long.
Leaning against the counter, she concentrated on who would have been able to break into her home and leave the manuscript. And, more importantly, what were they trying to tell her? Was it a coincidence that they had chosen her as the recipient? Or, was there another, more sinister meaning behind it?
With a deep breath, she reached out again, untied the twine and folded back the paper. A manuscript. Someone had crept into her house while she slept and left her a manuscript. She was just about to push the pile of papers onto the floor when the title caught her eye. "The Green Sister Revealed." What the...?
She grabbed the first few pages and scanned through them, desperately searching for clues that the anonymous author truly knew who she was. With a sigh of relief she dropped the pages on the table. Just the normal, run-of-the-mill National Devourer crap. She was often given manuscripts by wannabe writers, but mostly romance. They all thought she had some secret in with her agent and would be thrilled to introduce them....despite all the times she told people she was not allowed by her agent and publisher to read other people's work. In this world of sue-happy people it was just not safe.
She padded to the kitchen and glanced at the coffeemaker's clock. 5:00? Grumbling, she punched the "on" button, bypassing the automatic timer. No way was she going to wait two hours for a cup of ambrosia. She was amazed she'd been able to function this long.
Leaning against the counter, she concentrated on who would have been able to break into her home and leave the manuscript. And, more importantly, what were they trying to tell her? Was it a coincidence that they had chosen her as the recipient? Or, was there another, more sinister meaning behind it?
I vote for sinister... Are you having blast with this?
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