Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #50 — Banquet

The truth was he didn’t know if anything was wrong. His instincts had let him down ever since he’d gone undercover in the Consortium. Sébastien’s duplicity had gone undetected by Kelvin’s notoriously infallible instincts for more than a year. “Probably nothing.”

Welcome to post #50 of the Friday Fiction Writing Challenge! Here’s a complete list of all the posts so far. Feel free to join in.

Here’s another installment of Amy and Kelvin’s story. Visit their page for all of their posts.

This week’s random word is: Banquet


Kelvin pushed away from the hospital’s CCTV repeater feed, in Emma’s tiny office, and gave Amy his full attention. Her arms were full of sandwiches and junk food, he assumed from the vending machine down the corridor.

“It’s all I could get, the canteen doesn’t open for another hour,” Amy said as she dumped the food on the desk.

Before he could tear the film from one of the sandwiches, his mouth was watering, and his stomach twisted uncomfortably. He shovelled the sandwich down in no more than four bites. “God, this is good.” It didn’t matter that the bread had formed a slight crust, or that the rest of his fuel was in chocolate bar form, this was manna to him. After days on a mountain without food, anything was going to look like a gourmet banquet.

Amy watched in mock horror as he inhaled another stale sandwich. “Try not to bite your fingers.”

“I think I’d rather…,” he trailed off. Out of the corner of his eye, Kelvin spotted Harvey on the monitors. His boss was looking around the parking lot. No, not looking, scanning. Something didn’t sit right in Kelvin’s gut, and it wasn’t the stale bread.

“What’s wrong?” Amy asked. A tight mask chased all softness from her face.

The truth was he didn’t know if anything was wrong. His instincts had let him down ever since he’d gone undercover in the Consortium. Sébastien’s duplicity had gone undetected by Kelvin’s notoriously infallible instincts for more than a year. “Probably nothing.”

Amy’s features didn’t relax. “But, possibly something.” It wasn’t a question.

Kelvin cocked his head toward the door, concentrating on the barely audible footfalls heading their way. His training had taught him how to heighten his senses. The steps were sure, steady, and unmistakably Harvey’s. “Harvey,” he said to keep Amy calm as he unlocked the door and let the man in.

“She here?” Harvey demanded without any preamble. Worry etched the normally stoic man’s face.

Amy stiffened. “Emma? She left with you. Don’t you have her pickup?”

Shit shit shit. That feeling in Kelvin’s gut grew so heavy he was sure it was filled with lead.

“I dropped her at her place and went to pick her up an hour ago.” Harvey scrubbed a hand over his face. “She wasn’t there, nor in town. She isn’t answering her phone.”

Fuck. This was on Kelvin. He’d already dragged Amy into his clusterfuck of a world, and now his boss’s doctor friend, too. Though, going by Harvey’s current state, Emma meant a whole lot more to him than that.

Kelvin had to fix this, he had to hunt Sébastien down and kill that fucker.

Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #42 — Extort by Susan T. Braithwaite

Amy and Kelvin’s story continues Friday 14th August 2020

Thanks for reading. And as always, take care and stay safe! 😍

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How To Join In:

  • Using the prompt, write a maximum of 500-ish words of fiction. (This can be a scene, flash fiction, some dialogue, a bit of description, etc.)
  • Link to this post in your post.
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  • The deadline is 6 PM the following Friday.

Quick note: As I’m working hard on Working the Asset (Deniable Unit Novel #1), I’m cutting Genre Scribes to once a fortnight (every two weeks).

Full information is on the Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge page.

Author: Susan T. Braithwaite

Royal Navy veteran from Scotland. My journey into writing started with a screenwriting certificate program at UCLA Ext. Since then, I've worked as a freelance content writer, erotica author, proofreader, professional beta reader, and content editor. I'm now working hard on my dream writing career: romantic suspense author. When I'm not writing, I can be found drinking too much coffee, obsessing over yarn, and planning world domination with my husband,, and our squirrel army.​

7 thoughts on “Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #50 — Banquet

  1. Ooooooh, somebody’s in trouble 😲

    1. You better believe it 😈

  2. Chris Hall says:

    Kelvin’s barely recovered and the hunt for the traitor has to begin…
    Great pacing, Susan!
    (Banquet… really? On a spaceship?)

    1. Thank you!
      Sorry for the late reply, Chris. Your comment was in my spam folder for some reason. I’ll see if there’s a way to whitelist you.

      1. Chris Hall says:

        You know your WP site doesn’t like me at all. I think I mentioned it before, but it asks me to log in to reply (fair enough) but then it doesn’t recognise my account. Strange. And a bit annoying. The only way I can comment / reply is though the Reader, which is where I am now *scratching head*.

      2. Huh. I hadn’t seen that comment. I’m guessing that it was in spam for a while.
        I’ve been on other sites that do a similar thing, but it lets me sign in then refuses to like or allow me to comment. Hmm. I think I’m going to have make some time to take a look at the site. Thanks for letting me know.

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