Day 96 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about time running out.
Shannon: I walked into my office to find Marvin sitting in one of the chairs across from my desk. I peaked my head back through the doorway and inspected each direction, making sure no one was nearby. Once I was satisfied I closed the door.
“Do you know why I’m here?” His voice was cold, and since he didn’t look at me, I could only see from the side he still had the same intimidating appearance that was engraved into my memory the first time we met.
I gave a slight nod before sitting down to make it seem like I had everything under control, while trying to make myself believe it too.
“You’re running out of time James. I warned you when you agreed to this deal that time cannot be added or replaced. I suggest you get to work, because as we agreed…” he passed a note with what I assumed was my final time reminder across the table, “failure is not an option.” He placed his hat on his head with a swift motion, picked up his briefcase, and as quickly as he arrived he disappeared.
My hands were shaking as I opened the note: One week. My heart burned. It couldn’t be so soon. How had time passed so fast? I didn’t stand a chance. I dug my fingers into my hair and buried my head into the desk. Maybe I could run.
“What’s wrong,” Stan snuck inside. He must have seen Marvin. He knew about the deal. I passed him the note without saying anything. It spoke for itself, or so I thought. “Easy,” he stated with confidence.
“Are you kidding me?”
He shook his head. “The way I see it, even if it’s impossible, you have two options. You go down swinging, or you take yourself out before they can get you. Come on,“ he put out his hand. “You’re going to swing.”
I breathed out a growl. “Fine,” I took his hand. I didn’t feel better, but I did feel braver.
Erin: “I don’t have much time left,” a very drunk Brian complained.
“What the heck are you talking about. You have no time left,” I corrected.
“She’s married,” he mumbled distressed.
“No, but she’s going to. You’re too late,” I had to be blunt and I had to determine if I should even bring him to the reception.
“But I love her,” I barely made out his slurred words.
“But she loves her to be husband. You decided too late. She’s someone else’s, you’ll never have her,” I insisted.
“You’re mean,” he shouted.
“I’m honest, because I love you. You weren’t honest, because you don’t love Sarah. So she’s never going to be in love with you, she’s no longer looking,” I pointed out.
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