2017 - Week 15: Another Writing Exercise??

We've come upon another week, and I'm not sure what to write about, so guess what? We're going to do another writing exercise! You get back to those roots, Stefers, and write like the wind!!!

Side note: did you know that Writer's Digest provides writing prompts? It makes sense, but I never thought of it before. That's where I got today's writing exercise!


Finish This Sentence #5 - You Never Expected a Call from Me

"Hello," said the voice on the phone. "My name is ______________.* I know you never expected a call from me, as famous as I am, but I've been given your name as someone who can help me _________." (write a story that follows this line)

1,2,3, GO!

"Hello," said the voice on the phone. "My name is Charles Godwin. I know you never expected a call from me, as famous as I am, but I've been given your name as someone who can help me."

To be honest, I didn't hear a word of what he said. The fog of being woken from a deep sleep was still hovering in front of my eyes, muddying any synapses that may or may not have been firing, so he was lucky that I even caught on to the fact that he was British.

"What?" I mumbled. The word sludged out of my mouth like wet clay.

"Oh, I do apologize," Charles said. "Have I woken you?" His crisp received pronunciation made me feel both stupid and calm at the same time.

"No, 's fine," I squeezed my eyes shut, blocking out the light streaming in through the window. What time was it? "Who is this again?"

"Charles Godwin. I received your name and number from Claire Branigan.

Charles Godwin? The actor? Why was he calling me? And how on Earth did Claire know him?

"Mr. Godwin, you have to forgive me for my candor here, but I highly doubt there's anything I could do for you." I vaguely remembered something in the news about some legal woes he was having, but how could I offer assistance there?

"Claire said you might say that."

I sighed. Fine. "She did, did she? And how do you know Claire?"

I could easily guess. Claire was deeply entrenched in both the New York and West End theatre scenes, so it made sense that the two of them would cross paths at least once.

"Her mother is my godmother."

Well. That was unexpected. "Ok, and how does Claire think I can help you?"

"I'd prefer not to discuss that over the telly, if you don't mind. Are you available to meet today?"

I furrowed my brow. "Well, that all depends. Where are you?"

"I'm in Chicago. I can be in your neighborhood in 'round an hour."

So she told him where I lived as well. Thanks for the heads up, Claire. Except something about all of this didn't feel right.

I'd known Claire since we were kids, but she had never once mentioned her connection with the A-lister. He was in all the tabloids, nominated for various awards, and frequented the silver screen. You'd think that she'd have said something about her mother knowing the guy personally, even if only to use for the purpose of name-dropping.

"Are you there?" he said.

I'd been so wrapped up in thought that I had forgotten to answer.

"Yeah, I'm here," I said, "but I'm sure you understand my confusion here."

"Absolutely," he said, "but I'm afraid I don't have any time to waste. Can you come outside your apartment in an hour? I'll be waiting outside in my car."

Fully expecting him to no-show, I said, "Yeah. Sure," but before I could say anything further, the call went dead.

I was being pranked. That had to be it. Maybe even Claire was behind it. I wouldn't put it past her, honestly. She did tend to have a pretty horrendous sense of humor. Letting the phone call drift from memory, I went about my morning by making brunch and getting ready for a late-morning run. I was typically one to run in the wee hours of the morning before work, but my week had been pretty rough, so sleeping in on Saturday was a much-needed break from the monotony and stress.

As I stepped outside to do my warm-up stretches, I noticed a black Escalade, its windows tinted well beyond the legal shade, idling in the parking lot at the bottom of my stairs. I checked my watch. It had been less than an hour since the phone call, so even if the call hadn't been a fake, it most likely wasn't him.

Putting my earbuds in my ears, I started my routine as I listened to the beginning of my running playlist. A few minutes and several deep stretches later, I was nearly ready to go on my run. I did notice that the Escalade was still there, still idling, but I brushed it off as coincidental. At least I tried to anyway. I made a mental note of the license plate as I passed by, just in case.

Just as I was leaving my complex, a call came through on my phone, a restricted number. I slowed to a brisk walk.

"Hello?" I said.

"Ms. Elaine, I'm here. That wasn't you who just left, was it?" It was Charles Godwin again.

-- END --

Well, hm. Now I want to know more! I'm kind of annoyed that I had to stop (time to get back to work), but perhaps I'll pick it up later. :)

Did you do this exercise? How'd it go for you?

Peace.
Stef.

*I really wanted to fill in this blank with 'Inigo Montoya.'

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