tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post3394779398747042847..comments2023-07-06T07:33:06.262-04:00Comments on * Writers' Spark * Every story has to start somewhere *: Prompt: A New World Sweat Shop Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-22738517656689954522013-11-22T17:48:00.842-05:002013-11-22T17:48:00.842-05:00Nice and gritty! I wonder why they have tubes and...Nice and gritty! I wonder why they have tubes and injections. And what it is they are waiting for. Good suspense!Annenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-78126936526452917222013-11-22T17:46:29.946-05:002013-11-22T17:46:29.946-05:00Prompt: A New World Sweat Shop
Jerry stretched ...Prompt: A New World Sweat Shop<br /><br /><br />Jerry stretched his fingers and looked about, trying to be surreptitious. The foreman wasn’t looking; good. He put down his half-finished grav-boot and squatted. It only took moments before he was hidden under the table.<br /><br />“Jerry?” His neighbour continued pasting together his boot. “What are you doing?”<br /><br />“Don’t worry, Wayne,” Jerry said. “You never saw where I went.” He crawled forward, in between the knees of the men and women at either side of the table. There would be vid records, of course, but they weren’t reviewed in real time. <br /><br />He bit his lip. Was the resolution good enough to have caught Wayne’s lips moving for his question? He didn’t want to leave trouble behind him. But popping back up would be worse. He had already lost nearly a minute, and he wasn’t the fastest paster in the first place. His whole section would be punished for his failure to meet their goal; but if he completed his mission, the boss’s concerns would be elsewhere.<br /><br />His head knocked against the first of the blaster elements he was expecting on the underside of the table. He pulled it down and crawled forward again. He hoped the rest were in place.<br /><br /><br />Time writing: 20 minutesAnnenoreply@blogger.com