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DaringNovelist · 05-01-2010, 08:55 PM

Okay here is the opening page of my work in progress. I've been on a break from it, but I will be finishing it in May. I shall prime my enthusiasm by letting the world see! (It's a mystery suspense - humor and cozy flavor.)

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Doctor Cannon dashed in, late, through the waiting room entrance. The room was empty.

"Is Gwen here yet?" she asked the receptionist.

"Not yet."

Gwen Littleton was always exactly on time, inspite of an apparent reluctance to come at all. Dr. Cannon furrowed her brow and went into her private office.

She almost didn't see the man in the perfectly pressed trenchcoat sitting quietly in the chair in the corner, where he would see her before she saw him. Neat, quiet, exuding control like a goddamn spy.

"You're George," she said, not a question.

"George Starling. Yes." Slight accent, vaguely British to go with the trenchcoat and cool, lurking presence.

She glanced back at the receptionist and shut the door.

"Gwen sent you, didn't she?"

"Yes."

"Dammit!"

She threw her papers on the desk and went around to sit behind it. He sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and watched her.

"I can't talk to you about her," she told him.

"I'm aware of that."

"Then why are you here?"

"I believe Gwen was under the impression that I could talk to you instead."

"You can't take her therapy for her."

"It was that or cancel."

(The whole first chapter is at [Promotional links removed - MODERATOR)

Camille

05-01-2010, 08:55 PM	#485
DaringNovelist Addict Posts: 197 Karma: 1010202 Join Date: Mar 2010 Device: iPod Touch	Okay here is the opening page of my work in progress. I've been on a break from it, but I will be finishing it in May. I shall prime my enthusiasm by letting the world see! (It's a mystery suspense - humor and cozy flavor.) **** Doctor Cannon dashed in, late, through the waiting room entrance. The room was empty. "Is Gwen here yet?" she asked the receptionist. "Not yet." Gwen Littleton was always exactly on time, inspite of an apparent reluctance to come at all. Dr. Cannon furrowed her brow and went into her private office. She almost didn't see the man in the perfectly pressed trenchcoat sitting quietly in the chair in the corner, where he would see her before she saw him. Neat, quiet, exuding control like a goddamn spy. "You're George," she said, not a question. "George Starling. Yes." Slight accent, vaguely British to go with the trenchcoat and cool, lurking presence. She glanced back at the receptionist and shut the door. "Gwen sent you, didn't she?" "Yes." "Dammit!" She threw her papers on the desk and went around to sit behind it. He sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and watched her. "I can't talk to you about her," she told him. "I'm aware of that." "Then why are you here?" "I believe Gwen was under the impression that I could talk to you instead." "You can't take her therapy for her." "It was that or cancel." (The whole first chapter is at [Promotional links removed - MODERATOR) Camille Last edited by Dr. Drib; 11-05-2011 at 02:53 PM.