born

I am continuing a story I began last week (this is part eight). You can find parts one and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight if you are interested

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"Hey Nessa!" I said, my voice sounded false. "What's up?"

"Fuck off," Vanessa said, putting my usual pint down in front of me, and walking off to the otherside of the bar.

I wondered what I had done. When was the last time I saw her? Last night...? Ah, yes... now it was coming back to me. I should have seen her last night, but didn't. Chip wanted to see me, and I blew her out at the last minute.

I was about to call her over, but heard the door of the bar swing open. I looked over my shoulder. The man who had been doing such a bad job of following me was standing in the doorway, he was looking at me, and did a bad job of acting like he wasn't. He pretended to look around the bar, like he was searching for a friend and then tried to casually walk to the bar. Vanessa came up to him and gave him a nice warm smile.

"How can I help you, sir?" she said, her eyes sparkling. The man ordered half a lager and then pretended not to notice I was staring at him.

"I wasn't born yesterday," I said.

"What? I'm sorry, sir were you talking to me?"

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As usual I started with the freewrite prompt and used themostdangerouswritingapp.com to write the first five minutes (and then popped it into google docs to check for errors and tidy it up a bit):

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I had a comment left on one of my freewrites and I have to say, it made my day!

“Hey I got the book and want to tell you how much I enjoyed your story! Loved the twist at the end… you somehow nearly always manage to produce an unexpected twist... . Love the care you take with your characters, intertwining them.” @owasco