Anyway, I just got this idea for a new sci-fi/spy-type novel this afternoon. I wrote a scene for it today, and when I saw that the Chatterbox post was out, I thought, why not do it on this new idea? For this writing tidbit, I was to write on something dealing with food. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think. :) :)
|This could be Lona.|
"Hey, you know that might be poisoned, right?" Perdo cautioned her.
"Yeah, yeah...who heard of the President eating poisoned chocolates? Why would he want to do that to himself?" she came back on him with her usual quick remark.
"Umm...someone who wants to kill the President?" Perdo rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, except no one wants to kill the President, except for us. And he's out cold." Lona put a hand to his wrist to feel the chubby man's pulse. "He should be asleep for five more minutes."
"Change of subject?" Perdo prompted her.
"Whatever." She held the chocolate up high, tilted her head back dramatically, and slowly opened her mouth.
|Maybe Perdo...I'm not|
sure yet how I want
him to look. Also, I
made his name up out
of the blue. I have a
feeling I'm going to
Too late. The chocolate was in and Lorna was chewing away with a mock delighted expression on her face. She swallowed, turned to the box, and popped three more chocolates into her mouth, slyly averting Perdo's grab at her hand.
"This is really good, Perdo. You should try one," she told him with her mouth full. She opened her mouth to let him see liquid chocolate with chunks of nut.
"That's kind of gross, you know?"
"Err, excuse me? This is a soldier talking here!" Lona poked a chocolate-y finger into Perdo's forehead. "You're not supposed to flinch at dead bodies and blood."
"Yeah, but...whatever," Perdo sighed. He knew he could never get the upper hand with this girl.
"Try a chocolate." Lorna held out the box with a gracious hand.
"Shouldn't we...be doing what we're here for?"
"Stop stalling." Lona blew out her breath and put the box down, turning back to him with a chocolate in between her thumb and forefinger of each hand. "Open wide," she commanded as she held a square chocolate up to his mouth.
Perdo grunted his disapproval, but 'opened wide'.
The chocolate was good. In fact, one of the best things he had eaten in a long time. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten chocolate - was it for the celebration when he was ten? Not that it had been much of a celebration - just a better dinner, and the trainers were a little less rough on him that day. A soldier doesn't get a break, even on his birthday.
"Hello....? Earth to Perdo," Lona's voice broke through his thoughts.
Perdo blinked. "Oh, sorry."
"So...?" She had her hands on her hips with an expectant look on her face.
"It's good," he admitted.
"Good! Good is good. Now let's get to work," Lona grabbed another three chocolates, popped them in her mouth, and then walked over to the first file cabinet to the right of the desk.
Perdo took the one to the left of the desk...after taking two chocolates when Lona wasn't looking. But from the way he heard her chuckling to herself, he knew that she was perfectly aware of what was going behind her back.
|Who doesn't love chocolate?|
What do you think of these two new characters? Why do you think they want to kill the President? And do you think that chocolate is so important that two undercover agents would stop to eat it on their job?