It is time for part three of this Month-Long Writing Challenge. As you have noticed by now, each week we are adding just a little more to the story. I enjoy doing this sometimes because, there isn't as much pressure to write big long sections of the story and it really allows you to relax more and just enjoy the experience of writing.
So again here is the prompt I used (below). As I said I tweaked things and make to more suitable to my style. Which is perfectly find. These prompts are there to inspire your imagination, so even if they don't follow exactly, they are still serving their purpose.
The loud rumble was enough to shake the building. Milo sat up in a panic as he darted around the room and to the window. Unable to see anything with the curtains drawn, he hurried out to the living room to look out the huge glass walls that made up the corner of the condo. Off in the distance he could see thick black smoke coming from where he knew was the Davis building. He had been there a time or two to oversee interrogations. It was one of many unofficial headquarters for officers of the Edmonton Division of the RCMP in the area. Besides that, there really wasn’t much worth bombing there. And it had indeed been a bomb.
“What’s going on,” Natalie asked groggily as she joined him in the living room.
“I’m not really sure,” Milo fibbed as he turned to hug her in his arms. It was a dangerous world they lived in and with his job it didn’t make things that much safer. His only hope was that she could be protected from all the ugliness, even if it was only for a short time while he held her in his arms. “Why don’t I make us breakfast.” He tried to smile as he kissed her but as he walked away he knew she could sense his anxiety.
Natalie Smith, to her credit, was a very smart woman. She too could see the smoke coming from the south but she kept her mouth shut. She didn’t know what exactly was out that way, but from Milo’s reaction it was nothing good. As the sirens seemed to continue blaring over and over, Natalie was tempted to turn the TV on. Instead, she sat down in their living room with her back to the window. As Milo milled around their kitchen, she couldn’t help but smile. She loved watching him cook. He was like a kid, he dirtied every surface he could and every bowl he could get his hands on. But it always turned out delicious and that’s why they had a dishwasher.
Two Days Later . . .
As Milo walked the debris of what was left of the Davis building he was glad he had stayed away. Fifty bodies had been pulled out of the rubble the first day, five more the next day. All were deceased by the time they got to them. It was enough to make anyone sell their 20th floor apartment and move to something much closer to the ground out of the city. It was something he had been toying with himself. But he wasn’t going to let the monster responsible for this run him out of town.
“This is an act of terrorism!” The Mayor had been quick to get on the TV and assure the city that they would catch the people responsible for such a heinous attack on the city. But things weren’t looking promising. All branches of the RCMP were on this case but even the best officers in the world could only do so much. It didn’t take long for the rumours to start that the Santiago family, like many other unsolved crimes in Edmonton, were behind this one too.
All Rights Reserved by A.L. Keegan (2020)
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