Issa Dioume posted this writing exercise that I have had a go at. I’m procrastinating. Fibonacci Spirals are easier than working out this bit of the plot.
It’s all about the number of words in the sentence. They follow a sequence of first paragraph: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 words.
Second paragraph: 34, 21, 13, 8, 5, 3, 2, 1, 1 words.
This is what I got.
“Hello! Hello? “Silence replies. “Is anyone there?” The darkness creeps closer, clammy. Someone should be here by now, or called. The platform is empty; no train has stopped here in hours, none will. Not now that the indicator board has been turned off, the turnstiles locked, like the car park and the ticket office.
I was to wait and someone would come, after dark they said, but not exactly when—they never do—to keep us on our toes, keep our senses alert, make sure we stay afraid. The air shivers with sound, sharp, a twig breaking, a leaf falling, or perhaps just a stray cat on the prowl. I peer across the track; a shadow shifts. Someone rises from a bench. I swallow hard. Throat’s dry. Keep. Still.