Weekend Writing Warriors: Full Metal Librarian (Knotty)

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I’m skipping ahead for reasons of editorial necessity—you could imagine orange traffic cones and person in a bright yellow tabard thingie holding a GO SLOW, GET IT RIGHT sign on a stick, if you like.

It’s too bad. Y’all missed a pretty good kiss.

So Clyota is now waiting in the Courthouse for her trial to begin . . . And it’s already been a fraught morning.

My Necktie -- 6/7/5

I sat on a padded bench along one wall, my back so rigid it ached.

The waiting room was cleaner and more comfortable than the corridor I had been shuttled through during my arraignment, but still had the same—not a smell, exactly, but maybe scent or sense of tension and anticipation, anxiety mixed with hope. I had set my beret to one side so I wouldn’t mangle it with nervous hands, but I couldn’t seem to stop petting it, like it was a small pet I needed to calm.

Charlie was talking to Reynard across the room, hands behind him in an easy parade rest. His dress grays were a perfect fit, I noticed, particularly across the shoulders, and around his hips—but I wasn’t going to think about that, since I had several hours of sheer stress to get through and if I didn’t relax soon, I was going to explode into a million little pieces the minute my rear hit the defendant’s chair.

The dead bodies in Charlie’s living room didn’t help.

I’d woken up early, too early, and had headed for the kitchen unit, hoping that a little breakfast—maybe some toast and tea—would settle the nerves that were already beginning to twitch.

Instead, I’d found Reynard standing over a dead man wearing a badly fitting business suit, preparing to remove his knife from just above the fat knot of the generically striped tie.

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Photo credit: bjohnson, who actually has nice taste in ties.

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40 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Warriors: Full Metal Librarian (Knotty)

  1. The precise description of the smells and feel of the waiting room after the mention of the place of arraignment really adds tension to this scene. Then the added dead body turns it into a definite must read more. 😀

  2. Loved the part about the beret and then when you added how great Charlie looks in his dress grays (pause a moment to properly appreciate that vision) and THEN dead bodies…wow. So an amazing excerpt all together!

  3. Awesome snippet. And, yeah, waking up to a dead body in the living room wouldn’t exactly get my day off to a good start, either. So,who was the man in the business suit and why is he dead?

  4. I love it when a writer brings in smells, they’re so evocative of the place, situation, mood. The tension is palpable. The description of dress makes for good visual. Didn’t expect the dead body with the knife in the tie. Good job.

    • Well, one of two, and woefully unprepared for an armed Pressman. Come to think about it, they’re probably unprepared for two trained librarians . . . I should fix that, maybe.

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