The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.
Day 100: “You know, even after all these years I still underestimate the survival instincts of rats,” Tucker said.
“You know, even after all these years I still underestimate the survival instincts of rats,” Tucker said.
James remembered the comment the agents made upon his arrival about most of the people they hid not being innocent and he let the comment wash over him. He could correct Tucker, but decided it wasn’t worth the bother. Tucker would think what he wanted.
‘And if I’m helping them deal with my step brothers I suppose I am a bit of a rat.” James shrugged it off.
“Will I get to see Morris before I leave?”
“He seemed nice,” James justified.
Tucker snorted. “We’ll look in and see if he’s awake. Are you finished eating?”
James decided the food no longer held as much appeal as leaving and nodded. He set down his half-finished biscuit and wiped his hands. “Finished.”
“You need to get your book?”
“Yes, and my bag,” James said.
Tucker nodded. “We’ll get your things and look in on Morris.” He stood and James followed suit. He and Tucker left the room and walked back down the hall to the room where James spent the night. James slipped Cassie’s book into his bag, slung the strap over his shoulder and turned back towards the door. He followed Tucker to Morris’ door. Tucker silently opened the door and peered inside. James looked around him.
Morris was still asleep. His breathing was deep and even. Some of his color returned in the night and he no longer looked as drawn. Tucker looked to James, nodded and silently closed the door again. He tilted his head towards the corridor to indicate they were leaving and James nodded.
They quietly moved away from the door and down the hallway. James followed Tucker through the maze of corridors, back through the empty waiting room and into the parking lot. The car he drove in the night before was gone and an older model Toyota was in its place.
“Let me guess,” James said as Tucker angled his course towards the car. “The one we drove in was moved in case it was tied to us and the office building?”
Tucker looked at him. “Yes.”
He said nothing further and James shrugged. He got into the passenger’s seat while Tucker slid behind the wheel and put the key in the ignition. There was no conversation as they pulled out of the parking lot and began the drive towards James’ apartment. James shrugged it off and looked out of the window instead. They were in a part of the city that he had never seen before, at least not when he was paying attention. He was certain many of the turns were ones Morris had him take but the night before he was only taking the turns as given and trying not to cause an accident on the way to get to the safe house. He had no detailed mental map of anything they passed along the way.
The streets looked a bit more prosperous than the ones where he currently lived. He made note of some of the specialty shops they passed and the streets where they were located.