((So what happens next, readers?
Here’s
where you have a
chance to shape the way the story proceeds. Does the as-yet unnamed
narrator
scramble up and lock the bathroom door? Does she reply to the stranger?
Does
she pretend everything is alright? Or does she just lose it and fall to
pieces, sobbing on the bathroom floor? Use the comments to help direct
where the story
will move from here. I look forward to crafting this ‘against my will’
as it
were. Let me know what *you* want in the comments.
Love,
Charlotte))
I was happy to be back in my apartment after a long day at
the office. With the front door shut and locked I was already looking forward
to cracking open a beer and taking a seat on the sofa. I went to set my keys down
upon a small table in the hall when they fell clattering to the floor. I looked
down in time to watch something impossible happen. My keys hit the hardwood,
bounced and then passed straight through the wall as if it were perfectly
insubstantial.