Just finished the first draft of chapter three – here’s a snippet:
…The box was secured with thick black waterproof tape that despite being used still retained a lot of stick. It managed to stick itself to her hand, and her hand to her jumper. The more she pulled, the more it stuck, finally it gave way and then rebounded. Suddenly the cuff of her jumper was stuck to the neck of her jumper and no amount of yanking seemed to loosen it. If anything, it was getting more stuck; the two sticky faces of the tape were welding together.
‘Oh for God’s sake,’ Ella yelled out. At that very moment there was a loud rapping on the door. ‘Sorry God,’ Ella whispered. She rose from the floor; her hand attached to her neck and peered through the spy hole. It was her handsome neighbour from upstairs. What the hell could he want?
She stood in the hallway wishing him away. She cringed at the memory of greeting him the previous night with a hot chocolate smiley-mouth moustache.
He rapped the door again. He wasn’t going away. He had probably heard her yelling so knew she was in.
Slowly she opened the door carefully keeping the hand that was stuck to her neck hidden. ‘Hi,’ she said.
‘I took delivery of a parcel for you yesterday when you were out.’ He smiled broadly at her, he was even more good looking when he smiled like that. He held out a large box.
‘I’m not expecting anything.’ Ella hesitated.
‘Definitely for you.’ He glanced down at the parcel then at the number on Ella’s door.
Ella looked at the parcel and shuddered. She put out her hand and tried to take it from him but it was far too big and heavy for one hand.
‘I think you’ll need to open the door wider and use two hands,’ he said, half laughing.
‘Um, right.’ She opened the door a little bit more. ‘Maybe you could just put it down on the floor, slide it in.’
‘I’ll bring it in,’ he said, all brightness and smiles.
‘No. Really. That’s okay, just put it on the floor.’
‘I’m ready now, Hal,’ a seductive female voice called from behind him. Ella looked over her neighbour’s shoulder and saw the owner of the voice. She was the proverbial uber-glamorous, leggy blond. Her teeth sparkled when she spoke. ‘Oh, sorry,’ she said, ‘didn’t realise you’d still be messing around with that.’
Oww. Ella suspected the that referred to was her and not the parcel.
‘It’s a bit heavy. I’m just going to take it inside.’
‘Okay, Hal. But get on with it or we’ll be late,’ leggy blond said, pushing up close behind him.
‘No, there’s really no need. Just leave it on the floor. I’ll sort it out myself.’ Ella was feeling hot, could feel sweat rising along her hairline. Behind the door she frantically tried to pull her hand away from her neck; it just wasn’t budging.
Leggy blond nudged Hal in the back knocking him off balance, he lunged forward and knocked Ella’s door flying open. Now Ella stood exposed, her wrist glued to her neck, thick black tape visibly secure.
‘Ooh, bit of self bondage,’ said leggy blond, laughing. ‘Come on Hal, dump it and let’s go.’
‘Sorry,’ he said, giving Ella the same look you might give to someone caught with their pants down in a field. ‘I’ll just leave it here.’ He put the box down on the floor and slid the parcel towards her with his foot.
‘Could have done that in the first place,’ Ella said, but Hal and the blond were already half way down the stairs laughing loudly together, no doubt at her expense.
She kicked the parcel against the wall and closed the door, then turned to see herself in the mirror.
‘Oh God,’ she screeched again. Not only was her hand stuck to her neck but a line of black tape ran down the zip of her jeans and a ball of tape dangled between her legs…
This is a first draft, so please excuse any errors.
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