Do Not Enter, Part 1

So begins a kiriban prize someone won over on my deviantART page.  She captured my 21,000th page view.  This is her prize.

As usual, I used the winner as the main character.  I’ve been moving this along at a steady pace now all weekend.  I started on Friday night.  At this point it’s about 4,100 words long, broken into three scenes, but it’s not over yet.

Anyway, enjoy, everyone.

You’ll be able to catch the whole thing over here as it progresses, if you’re interested.

God bless,
-JDT-

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Rose set her hands on her hips, jolted her whole body and huffed an exasperated breath.  “So … what do we do?”  Her eyes stared into the dark hole in front of her.

Butch stood beside her and fiddled with his Ray-Bans.  “Um … nothing, Rose.  There’s nothing we can do.  That’s why I called you — if we could do something, I’d do it.”

Rose turned to speak but her mouth hung agape for a moment before she snapped it shut.  Butch shrugged.

She hired Butch on the recommendation of her former boss.  He was the contractor who had remodeled their basement a few months before.  He was reliable, fast, and only brought in skilled laborers to do the work.  He was expensive, but with the amount of money she’d saved by finding this building on the edge of the Black Heart section of the city, she could afford him.

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