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Here is another instalment to Kerrie’s Chain Writing Game.

Have You Seen My Wife? – episode 17

The Harley roared to life, and Dennis heard raised voices behind him as he sped off. In his rear-view he could see a crowd of leather-clad bikers pouring out of the bar, heading toward their bikes.

A yell from Trixie pulled his attention back to the road in front of him. He was passing the alley and Jorge was stumbling out, one arm hanging uselessly, blood dripping onto the pavement. Dennis swerved, clipping Jorge’s leg, shattering his shin. Jorge went down.

As Dennis accelerated away, his rear-view revealed police cruisers appearing behind the bikers. He gritted his teeth and accelerated.

Welcome to the the Chain Writing Game number 2, hosted by the lovely Kerrie Ann Salsac.

This week’s game is called “Have you Seen my Wife?”

Have You Seen My Wife – Episode 12

Back in the alley, Dennis took a drag on the cigarette.

“I’m just looking for my wife!” he gasped, and began coughing. Trixie looked at him critically and took the cigarette away from him.

“Hey! I was…” exclaimed Dennis, cutting himself off as a large blond-haired man appeared at the far end of the alley.

“Oy, Trixie’s my girl!” shouted the new arrival. “You want rough, you pay extra or I cut you!” He was wielding a wicked-looking knife.

“Jorge?” asked Dennis. Trixie nodded, her eyes widening as Dennis pointed the gun at Jorge.

“Freeze, pimp scum!” he yelled.

After a couple of hard days at work I finally have the chance to add my last instalment to Kerrie Salsac’s amazing and fun chain writing novelette!

To catch up with the story, take a look here!

I’m thinking Cindy needs a bit of a help here.

Back at the not-so-safe house, Cindy flicked “accept” on Mac’s phone, while thumbing down the volume and slipping it into her pocket. She needed to be heard without alerting Aadila, who still waved the gun threateningly at her. She could only hope that whoever was calling Mac was on her side.

“Like I said, Aadila, kill me and this ‘Signor Giuliani’ won’t be pleased.”

Moving to cradle Mac’s head, she felt the butt of the gun taped to his back, just below the nape of his neck.

Mac looked into Cindy’s eyes and nodded slightly. Her hand closed on the pistol’s grip.

Here is my next instalment for Kerrie Salsac’s excellent chain writing game.

A fairly obvious plot twist, but now it’s decision time for Cindy!

To catch up on the story so far, click here (I don’t know how to make the little froggie work 😦 ).

Cindy dropped onto the mossy ground outside the window and turned to help Aadila, who slipped, hitting the ground hard.

“What is it, are you alright?” whispered Cindy.

“My ankle,” sobbed Aadila.

“Probably just sprained. Can you walk? We must get away from here.”

Aadila stood painfully – she could walk, but Cindy realised she would need help.

“Lean on me,” she said and they headed away from the house.

A woman’s sob echoed from an upstairs window. Cindy looked askance at Aadila.

“There are others. But we must escape! Please, I cannot walk unaided!”

Cindy looked at Aadila, then back at the house.

Here is my addition to Kerrie Ann Salsac’s chain writing novel thingummy!

This is episode 5 – you will need to check out the rest of the story here to see what has happened so far!

Cindy considered her options. Miss her opportunity to leave quickly and quietly – Jemima could be back any second and she wouldn’t be alone. Or she could allow this handsome young man to drive her.

She’d always been told to be careful, but this young man, this Charles, seemed safe enough. She slipped into his shiny new BMW and as they peeled away, she laughed.

“I haven’t told you where I’m going!”

“That’s immaterial,” replied Charles, his smile suddenly cold, humourless. “I know where I’m going, and you’re coming with me.”

A cold fear swept over Cindy as she realised she couldn’t move.