The Writer’s Studio, Level II – Assignment #1 May 12, 2008
Preamble: 3rd person narrator but almost 1st. Relaxed, light, playful, precise. Direct access to characters thoughts but there is some distance. Pick a popular character. Put in a dilemma and a scene.
JB
A distant flash could be seen. Moving impossibly
fast through the impossibly beautiful. Aston Martins
were preferable for the English Countryside.
Particularly in skillful hands. He slides up and down
that familiar road with an unmatchable
determination and focus. But the smile he gives
today, that half mouthed grin, is for himself alone.
Top down, he takes flight. Little gusts rush to be the
ones to part his hair. These times between
assignments are his favorite. His Walther PPK sits
at home. Against the wishes of his director. Along
with all the gadgets that guard him. So many new
toys to learn about. They can be a real pain. He
once almost shot himself with his cigarette lighter.
But not today. He soon reaches 200 kilometres per
hour. The remaining stress drains from his body.
Not that anyone could notice. Certainly not him. He
wouldn’t allow it. That’s a job requirement you see.
Thoughts of work tomorrow pushes his foot deeper
and sets them afire. He and his Aston. Their bodies
move together. The Aston turns with his deft
guidance. Without question. He keeps it just above
redline even while downshifting through turns.
Unfolding the machine into its maximum glory. But
there is no rush today. There will be no beautiful
woman at the end of this road. No villain to kill.
Not even someone important to save. Today is not a
day for the Queen. It is solely his. And he has
seized it.
