Sample Sunday Chapter 17 excerpt

She was being held in a dank, dark cellar underneath a barn. She was pretty sure that today was Tuesday, but it was hard to tell because there was no light to keep track of the days and nights. And “the asshole,” as she liked to call him, took away her watch and other jewelry when he kidnapped her.  

          She looked around at her surroundings. There were a couple of small Coleman battery operated lanterns – that “the asshole” warned her she shouldn’t keep on all the time because once the batteries were gone, they were gone – an army surplus cot with a moldy smelling blanket and pillow, and a makeshift toilet. Basically a bucket for her to take a piss in. She also had a cupboard with a couple loaves of bread, some peanut butter, a jug of water and some Skittles. How considerate that “the asshole” remembered that she liked Skittles. Some diet.

          But there must be some reason why he wanted her to live or he wouldn’t have left the food and water. One thing she knew, she would never eat peanut butter and Skittles again if she ever got out of here alive.

          She had a lot of time to think down here. She kept her mind active so she wouldn’t go crazy. The events on how she got here played over and over in her mind like a broken record.

          It all started the night of the warehouse fire. She had gotten a phone call just minutes before they left for the fire.

She didn’t recognize the number, but answered the call anyway.


          “Hey, little lady. How are you doing?”

          It took her a second to recognize the voice. And only one person she knew called her little lady. She hated that. And hated him.

          “What do you want? I’m a little busy.” She was stirred the spaghetti sauce on the stove top.

          “I need to talk to you. Can we meet when you get off shift?”

          “I don’t think it’s wise that we’ve been seen together, let alone talk.” She put the spoon down, motioning to Mack to take over dinner, and walked outside where she could talk in private.  

          “I think it’s really important that we talk. There are some things you need to know before you go to court tomorrow. Please.”

          “I am hanging up the phone now. I have nothing to say to you.” She disconnected and turned off her phone.

          Mack was setting the table.

          “Everything okay? You seem upset.” He knew that tomorrow would be a stressful day with her husband’s trial.

          “Yeah, sure.” She nodded towards the other guys sitting at the table listening.

          Mack got her meaning. Can’t talk.

          Mack was the one person she could count on right now and it killed her that she couldn’t tell him everything that was going on.

          “Ok, then let’s eat.”

          Just then the tones went off, indicating they had a call.

          Everyone froze and listened to the voice of the dispatch operator coming over the speaker. After getting the information on the fire, Sam and her crew quickly dressed in their bunker gear and took off. 

          Sam could smell the smoke before they rounded the corner to Campbell’s Farmers Market.


About Traci Hohenstein

Full time writer, beachbum, and mom to 3 terrific kids.
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2 Responses to Sample Sunday Chapter 17 excerpt

  1. Hi, there again. Love your writing. I did find this sentence awkward. Am I missing something?

    “What do you want? I’m a little busy.” She was stirred the spaghetti sauce on the stove top.

    maybe she was stirring the spaghetti?

    Anyway, I look forward to reading more.

  2. Sibel Hodge says:

    Ooh, very intriguing! I like it. 🙂

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