Write all the Words, 3/23
Thanks to everyone who gave me word count goals this afternoon, I pretty much hit my goal. I’m not sure if I’m going to manage to complete Midnight tomorrow, but I’m going to give it a go.
It’s going to get harder to show excerpts, though–because most of what’s left in Midnight I’d like to actually be a surprise to you. it’s possible that tomorrow’s excerpt will be the second half of the scene I’m posting tonight.
Rose was on the massage table when she first felt the prickle under her skin. She turned her head to catch the massage therapist’s eye. “What kind of oil are you using?” she asked, wondering if it was something she was allergic to. The therapist showed her the bottle, and she didn’t see any ingredients she was sensitive to, so she handed it back with a nod.
But a few minutes later, the prickle had worsened, and having someone touch her felt like her skin was being rubbed by sandpaper. “I’m sorry,” she said regretfully, “but I think I need to end the session early.”
“Is there something about my technique that isn’t agreeable to you?”
Rose shook her head; she’d finally recognised the source of her discomfort, and it wasn’t physical at all. “No, not at all. And don’t worry—I’ll still pay you for the full ninety minutes.”
“Thank you, ma’am. I’ll leave so you can get dressed.”
The tag on her blouse scratched unpleasantly on the back of her neck, but thankfully, the rest of her clothes didn’t bother her. Rose left a tip in the jar—it wasn’t the therapist’s fault she suddenly had to bail out of her session.
Alone in the lobby, she focused on the sharp excitement with a hint of fear the Doctor was feeling. There was something unexpected going on on the tour bus.
She rubbed absently at her neck. And whatever it is, it’s got my time senses going haywire.