SHH (sneaky read)

SO. I have been asked a few times to describe what my novel is about. But even I don't really know since it isn't finished/ never will be. So don't ask what it's about, but I can give you a few paragraphs to tease you.

Three months later, and here she was, sitting on the side of her bed, bare feet now stone cold on the floor, turning to face Sam, a man she now despised, wondering how she would get rid of him today.

He really did take up most of the bed, she rationalised, and his mental capacity had somehow decreased over time. He was now- she was sure of it- a moron. She stared at his ignorant, sleeping mass, taking up space in her bed and cringed. He was horrible.

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Tom hesitated a moment, about to say something, before smiling widely and discussing the choices of teas in the scruffy café they had chosen to meet in. The pastel green paint on the walls had started to peel around the skirting boards, revealing an equally sickening dirty yellow colour behind. A fly was toying with the flickering strip light and the smell of stale grease and soy sauce punctured the air. It was their favourite place to meet- the waitress was uninterested and there were rarely any other customers, save a token pensioner; who left them to talk uninterrupted.

Hannah pointed to the number on the menu, not sure if the waitress had even registered her presence let alone her order, as she seemed more concerned with picking crumbs from under her manicured nails.

“Let me tell you something, me and Violet are having a kid”

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Despite insisting a number of times over the next few hours that he was leaving soon, Tom had yet to leave, instead choosing to fall asleep somewhere near the front door. He was getting there. Hannah had showered and dressed, and as the morning progressed, she found herself picking over fewer and fewer bodies as she cleaned the place. Soon even Tom had made his way home, and Hannah was left alone, save for the pale boy still snoring in her bed.

“You! Hey….please wake up. Please?”

Sam refused to move, playing dead in spite of the violent pokes to his jaw and thumps to his back.

Eventually, after what had felt like an eternity to Hannah, the unwelcome guest grunted and rolled over. He looked up, eyes half closed, to see her looming over him.

“I’m up, I’m up. Calm down, dear.”

“Brilliant.” Hannah was irritated that this stranger lying in her bed was treating her like a bossy child, but didn’t want to let it show.

He had finally made it to a standing position.

“Right. I think I need to go home sometime soon Can I borrow some money for the bus, or am I going to have to walk?” he scratched his head.

“Don’t push your luck”

Random pieces from the beginning of it all....