The Fifteen Minute Novel 2022: Day 149

The fifteen minute novel writing experiment is a attempt to write a complete (and very rough) draft of a novel by writing for fifteen minutes each day. I have taken a timed writing from one of the daily prompts done in 2021, cleaned it up a little and used it as my jumping off point into a story. Each day I will take the last line of the story written the day before and use it as my sentence starter and write for fifteen minutes, growing the story as the year progresses.

Day 149: The idea was laughable.

The idea was laughable.  And yet, that was what it felt like happened.  Anya thought of Marta and how she helped the others who were having issues with their lessons.  She wished she too could ask questions.  Anya sighed.  She had planned to wait, to watch and study Marta’s patterns to find the best time to approach her.  Her plans involved talking to her about the Matron and what might be going on.  But her vision with the orb brought forth so many more questions, the fire merely adding to it.

‘But how much can I trust her,’ Anya thought.  To answer her questions, to help her sort her thoughts, Anya would need to tell her things.  ‘Things the matron may not like.’

Would Marta tell her? That was the question and as the fire burned, the log she added slowly being consumed, Anya had to admit that while she still didn’t know, she needed to trust someone one. Marta had been diligent in bringing her food and other items she thought Anya might need.  ‘It could be a trick designed to gain trust,’ Anya thought. “But I’ve seen nothing that leads me to believe she will betray me.’

She watched the log burn through and decided that she needed to take a chance trusting someone.   ‘If my emptions can cause fires, I need to know how to control tat at the least.’ She decided.  ‘Perhaps if nothing else Marta can suggest a book to help with that lesson.’

The thought that other, possibly scarier things might develop flitted across her mind and Any decided not to think about that yet.  ‘There is enough to worry about now.’

She let the blanket slide from her shoulders and left the comport of her chair.  The chill of the empty spaces as well as the chill that followed the fire flare were both faded and she felt relatively comfortable as she banked the fire again.  It would be easy o rekindle later and she knew the heat it produced would fade quickly.

Anya stood and stretched.  She closed her eyes and pictured the pathway she would need to take to reach Marta’s quarters.  It would be a winding route, through largely unoccupied areas, but she felt she would stay warm enough if she kept moving.  ‘I just have to hope that Marta is alone when I arrive.’

There was a small study off of Marta’s quarters the same way there had been a study off of the quarters she was assigned.  ‘And I opened the door without her seeing then.’  Anya figured she could open the door, look into Marta’s quarters and wait until she was alone to announce her presence.’

‘I just have to figure out how not to startle her too badly by appearing out of nowhere.’

Anya closed the door to her own quarters in an attempt to retain some of the fire’s warmth.   She knew it would be gone before she arrive back, but hoped it would help.   Anya moved softly down the corridors. With the dust cleared her skirts did not stir up anything to make her sneeze and as there was no one with her, there was no urge to speak.

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