Sample from Crisis of Conscience
Posted: July 12th, 2010, 3:53 pm
Grateful for any comments/crit on a few opening paragraphs of my wip. Thanks.
I lay prostrate and incapacitated. A concentrated beam of blinding light penetrates through me. My eyes squinched, I stare up at dark, vacant eyes that seem cold and indifferent. Every sinew in my taut body is tense. Gripped by a palpable terror, sweat runs profusely down my face and my heart thumps so loudly I fear it might burst forth from my chest at any moment. My breathing grows heavy as the excruciating grinding of bare metal scraping on exposed bone resumes. I teeter on the brink of unconsciousness...
"Mr Stevens, please——you must learn to relax! The cleaning and polishing are over now," says the dentist, handing me a tissue. "Please make your next appointment with my secretary in six months time".
I breath a huge sigh. The muscles in my stomach finally relax. Never one for the sounds, smells and sight of dentists and their implements, I am immensely relieved to survive another checkup. I slam the exit doors and smile broadly, my mouth agape for all the world to see. I make haste to my next appointment.
Though the early evening has bought a cool, gentle breeze with it, my face drips with sweat which I wipe with the back of my hand. Through my scope I detect movement. Framing the first target in my crosshairs, a short squat man, bald as a coot and carrying the leather briefcase, opens the front door, hesitates briefly while he gives his surroundings the once over and, sufficiently satisfied, walks outside.
I lay prostrate and incapacitated. A concentrated beam of blinding light penetrates through me. My eyes squinched, I stare up at dark, vacant eyes that seem cold and indifferent. Every sinew in my taut body is tense. Gripped by a palpable terror, sweat runs profusely down my face and my heart thumps so loudly I fear it might burst forth from my chest at any moment. My breathing grows heavy as the excruciating grinding of bare metal scraping on exposed bone resumes. I teeter on the brink of unconsciousness...
"Mr Stevens, please——you must learn to relax! The cleaning and polishing are over now," says the dentist, handing me a tissue. "Please make your next appointment with my secretary in six months time".
I breath a huge sigh. The muscles in my stomach finally relax. Never one for the sounds, smells and sight of dentists and their implements, I am immensely relieved to survive another checkup. I slam the exit doors and smile broadly, my mouth agape for all the world to see. I make haste to my next appointment.
Though the early evening has bought a cool, gentle breeze with it, my face drips with sweat which I wipe with the back of my hand. Through my scope I detect movement. Framing the first target in my crosshairs, a short squat man, bald as a coot and carrying the leather briefcase, opens the front door, hesitates briefly while he gives his surroundings the once over and, sufficiently satisfied, walks outside.