Five sentences toward a certain WIP, based around the prompt clandestine. Oh, how I love that word. Brings to mind all sorts of covert and nefarious goings on.
I woke to find two women I recognized standing nearby, heads bowed together in conversation. I cleared my throat and my head threatened to roll off my shoulders—holy hell, what had been in that drink?
They looked at me in brief acknowledgment as I heaved myself upright in the bed—it looked like some kind of hospital deal—wincing at a tiny sting at my left elbow. A bandage covered the spot, as though I’d had blood drawn or been injected with something.
I offered a friendly, and completely sarcastic, wave and said, “I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this, right?”
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