Taking a break to get my breath back after discovering that I accidentally deleted the work I did yesterday on my WIP. It had been a particularly tricky section and it had all gone. I’ve roughed it in from memory but I’ve lost some of the ideas. Oh well, maybe I found a few new ones in the process.
This is for Sacha Black’s new writing challenge: a 52 word story including the phrase ‘the timer started.’
The first evening, she was trembling with fear. He lay on the couch watching her, popping bright-coloured sweet things into his mouth, with his trim beard that didn’t hide his second chin, his dark, expressionless eyes. She had to entertain this spoilt, cruel pasha or he would kill her. The timer started.