For October, our library is hosting mystery events. For the
writers’ circle, we had a night of creative writing mystery workshop. This is
exercise #1 that we did.
My muscles ache as I pull myself
up from the cool concrete floor of the slightly darkened room I find myself in.
A quick scan and I find that there are no windows or doors. A rush of
claustrophobia sets in as I circle the room. My breathing comes in raspy gasps
I fall to the ground, hoisted up on all fours, close my eyes as I will myself
to take in one long breath, then another, and slower, another.
I open my eyes. The haze clears
and with another scan of the room I notice it.
A small, ring-sized, black box sits in the corner. Grudge like, I crawl
to the box, hold it in my beaten hands, and give it a little shake. This causes
no sound and I wonder if there’s even anything inside. With my eyes alert, I
inch the box open and find a note inside, a fortune cookie paper that says,
“Outlook for today not so good.”
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