A few of unfinished blog posts are clogging up my Word processor. Just like every writer, an Outlaw Muse can have their train robbed of thought by distractions and interruptions. Well, when A Blogfest...Interrupted came around the bend, the Outlaw jumped on board.
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You know how the Outlaw feels about rules, but blogfests have'em so here they are:
On Saturday, June 26th, post a 500-1000 word scene of your characters being interrupted - doesn't matter what they're doing, doesn't matter what's interrupting them (end of the world, knock on the door, little voice in their head...), they just need to be interrupted.
And the interruptions begin...
by Rose Wade
The sudden pounding had her cursing out loud as she stepped from the shower and reached for a towel. Whoever it was rushing her out of the bathroom had given up on the doorbell and resorted to banging an insistent fist on the door. She’d hurried to rinse the shampoo from her hair. The leftover suds joined the water in dripping down her legs to her feet and leaving her footprints soaked into the plush bath mat. She wrapped the towel around herself haphazardly and held it clutched to her chest as she crossed the living room. Wet footprints trailed behind her.
When she opened the door, the night air made her shiver. She felt the last bit of soap slide over the top of her foot and between her toes. “Dino,” She sighed and turned from the door. “I was in the shower.”
The sight of her fresh from a shower made him grin. For a minute, it made him forget why he’d come over. “I can see that.” His eyes stayed on her barely swathed form as she walked back into the bathroom. He closed the front door, shoved his hands in his pockets then followed her.
He leaned on the door jamb just as she was disappearing behind the shower curtain. “I’ll make it up to you, Babe. I’ll let you have a free peek.”
“Pass.” She was only slightly annoyed. Getting a second chance at a shower made her feel better. Cleaner, at least.
“You don’t know what you’re missing, Honey.” He tugged back the curtain. His mischievous smile was rewarded with a splash of soapy water. Dino took every opportunity to drop in on her. They did the same in teasing each other.
“I’ll get over it. Why are you here?” She turned off the water then took the fresh towel he offered.
He turned to the mirror to wipe the rest of the soapy water from his face with a wash cloth. While he checked the fresh scar on his cheek, he had a glimpse of her emerging from the shower behind him. He turned and smiled. “Hey Rosie.”
“Hi Dino. Why are you here? And what happened to your face?”
“Oh this? Just a scratch.” He'd have to explain that. Later. Instead, he watched her brush her teeth then followed her into the bedroom.
Rose stood at the closet and pawed through her clothes. She decided against one shirt, slid it aside, looked at another. “Dino…”
He blinked. Her question had pulled him out of a haze. “Yeah?”
She looked at him. “Are you going to tell me why you’re here?”
“Why I’m here?”
“Yes,” She sighed. “You came over for a reason, right?’
“Well, what is it?”
Dino blinked again and glanced around. “I don’t know.”
Her brow furrowed. “You don’t know? How can you not know?”
He thought for a moment then looked up at her. “She hasn’t written it yet.”
“Yeah. You know…” He nodded to the ceiling. “Her.”
“Oh.” She glanced up. Above them was the writer. Head held in her hands, the writer was peering down at the keyboard and waiting for the details of the scene to come to her.
“She’s probably the reason you’re still staring at the pile of clothes.” His tongue swept across his lips. “You’re towel is slipping, by the way.”
Rose adjusted her towel then glanced up at the writer. “I guess we’ll have to wait until she writes more.” She looked back at Dino. “What’ll we do until then?”
“Well…” His eyes traveled down her body. The mischievous grin was back. “I have an idea…”