leebass wrote:This is for Trident's 'Three-Pronged Contest'.
"No, I’m not interested, sorry, goodbye." The door slams in Ed’s face sending tiny globules of water off the door into his eyes. He quickly reaches up to wipe them away, but it’s too late, already they’ve escaped and are fleeing down his crooked nose, down his chapped lips, further and further down, invading the warm recesses, retreating and hiding in the folds and creases of his black coat I though this a little off and maybe unnecessary. It's a good sentence, but it still seems a little forced.. Shivering, he picks up his briefcase, readjusts his hat and moves on.
No one buys anything when it rains. His words are tainted by the cold and wet before they leave his mouth. The longer Ed stands on the door step, the colder they feel, standing there in their dressing gowns and slippers, his presence seeping, leaking into their lives. I found this paragraph to be rather interesting. Possibly because in a way it seems to foreshadow what is planned in the end.
He walks briskly down the road hugging the coat closer. It’s getting dark, though going home now is not an option. Just one more sale would pay the bills. A café sign flashes on and off on the next street. Food, hot food, he thinks, then a few more houses.
The café is small and fairly run down. It’s completely empty apart from a middle aged woman methodically wiping down the tables. Ed puts on his best "friendly" face, and asked,"Hi, are you still open?"
"Hey there hun, just closing, but I can do you a tea or coffee while I finish up?" If I were you, I'd maybe change up this dialogue at the beginning. Maybe just change what the waitress says. Other than that, all good so far. By this point the reader is probably thinking something more is boiling underneath and that any minute now the lid is going to pop off and expose what's cooking.
"Yes, a coffee would be great, thank you."
"Ok, coming right up, I’m Sarah by the way (I don't think this is needed. Maybe bring it up in the dialogue, like maybe the salesman asks her her name or notices it on a name tag)." She walks into the kitchen before he can reply. He takes a seat at the counter.
"So, what brings you round here?" She shouts from the back. "You’re not local; I’d know your face."
"I sell carpets; quite unsuccessfully, actually (again, one of those things I think could be brought up further along in the dialogue). You get slow days, then you get days like today." I do like this sentence. To me, it sort of helps the mood of another boring work day where nothing was made.
"Aw, poor you, never mind ay? These things are sent to try us, that’s what I always say." Her laugh trickles out of her like water from a leaky tap Maybe look at this simile a little more. It doesn't seem right. Is she being sarcastic towards him or sympathetic?. She comes back with the coffee and sets it down in front of him.
"Thanks. I don’t suppose you need a new carpet?"
"Sorry hun, got all the carpet I need for now." She picks up the cloth and starts wiping down the tables again. Half an hour and she’ll be home in the warm. Her husband will have the dinner on the table by the time she walks through the door. He was good like that. While they eat they’ll talk of redecorating the café one day; giving it a new coat of paint and fixing the sign finally. She’ll fall asleep in his arms, watching television on the sofa.
She doesn’t notice Ed opening his briefcase and slipping on a pair of latex gloves. He takes out a small vial of liquid and upturns it onto a cloth, her back still facing him. He closes the briefcase. She is two tables away from him. Three strides and she won’t even have time to react. He slowly slides off the stool. One step forward. She is still in her own little world. Two steps forward. No response. Three steps forward. He grabs her round the waist and forces the cloth over her mouth. For a second she doesn’t react, but panic sets in quickly. Her arms flail about wildly and she tries to scream. Ed tightens his grip, but she struggles harder. He loses his balance and they fall, colliding heavily with the floor. She’s up before him and heads round the counter. He gets up and jumps over the counter in one swift movement, kicking her feet from beneath her as he lands. There’s a crack as she hits the floor, and she lies still. Gotta say, this is kind of the paragraph that just sort of smacks into you. I mean, sure, you know something like this is bound to show up, you just never really know when, right?
"Crazy bitch." He reaches over the counter for the briefcase and takes out the emergency duct tape. She’s still not moving. I’ll do the feet first, in case she suddenly regains consciousness, he thinks. He has her foot in his hand when she swings a wrench into his arm with all her strength. Pain surges through his body, but he keeps a hold on her foot. She tries to stand, but with a hard pull she is brought with a smack to the ground. Before she can move he strikes her face with his fist, and she is out cold.
"Shit." What a mess. This isn’t how it was supposed to happen. He quickly duct tapes her hands and feet together, and covers her mouth. The keys to the café are in her pocket, so he locks up and turns the lights off. The van is parked a few streets away. His stomach rumbles, and the reason why he came in the café in the first place re-enters his thoughts. You’d think he’d be put off meat from being in his line of work, but there’s nothing that goes down better than a good bologna sandwich. He begins to hunt round the kitchen for the ingredients, and sighs; it’s going to be a long night. I think you might have wrote this paragraph in the wrong tense. It just kind of seems backwards from the rest of the action in the scene.
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Ed always marvels at how clean the place looks. The surfaces gleam. The walls, the floor, the counter, even Mike, standing at the till in his stripy apron, with a smile pinned to his fat face; it all reeks of cleanliness. Or that’s how it seems, on the surface. Look a bit closer and you can see the faint pink sheen covering everything; feel it hanging in the air.
"Hi Mike, how’s the wife?"
"What? Yeah, fine, she’s fine." His eyes shift from side to side. "Did you get it? There’s been a bigger order than usual; the demand’s slowly increasing."
"Yeah, I got it, don’t worry. I just came in to let you know."
"Ok, good. I’ll close for lunch and we’ll work out the details."
"Ok." Ed’s stomach rumbles. "Do you mind if I make something to eat? All this meat is making me hungry."
"Sure, help yourself. There’s some bologna in the back."
Ed smiles; nothing beats a bologna sandwich. I think that maybe this ending is a little forced. I'm not saying you can't end the story with this, I'm just saying you might want to incorporate the bologna sandwich into the story more somehow, so then the end just seems more right.Spoiler
If you were wondering, the three elements are: the carpet salesman, the bologna sandwich and the wrench. And if you can think of a better title, please tell me.
"Hi Mike, how’s the wife?"
"What? Yeah, fine, she’s fine." His eyes shift from side to side. "Did you get it? There’s been a bigger order than usual; the demand’s slowly increasing."
The longer Ed stands on the door step, the colder they feel, standing there in their dressing gowns and slippers, his presence seeping, leaking into their lives.You have a great way with words--your writing is very eloquent and poetic. I love it. But this is a bit too much. I would say either have "seeping" or "leaking" but not both, because as it is this sentence drags on a bit.
"So, what brings you round here?" She shouts from the back.Just a little technical note: "she" shouldn't be capitalized unless you want "she shouts from the back" to read like it's own sentence, but I don't think you do. Dialogue punctuation can be tricky but I think you want to think of this question mark as a comma.
"Aw, poor you, never mind ay? These things are sent to try us, that’s what I always say."I guess this is sort of a matter of opinion, but whenever I've heard someone say "aw, poor you," it's always been sarcastic. Do you want Sarah to sound sarcastic here? If not, I suggest you change it. Maybe say "aw, I'm sorry," or something like that? I don't usually like to "correct" dialogue, but this one sort of bothered me. >.<