It's been a while since I posted on Teaser Tuesday. I've been working full-time since I started at the bank. I'll go to part-time after the holidays. Anyway, I haven't written much either, but I fantasize about it! I've been playing around with a lot of stuff, in particular that project I started on a Sunday afternoon after watching the movie Macbeth. The one about death. Here's some more of what I wrote after that opening scene, condensed so that it's not too long. 

 

I scanned the street beyond the shooter, hoped for someone to saunter past, to save me because I couldn’t save myself.

And then Crowe Santos appeared, suddenly, like an afterthought brought on by the wind. He withdrew a gun from his leather jacket, pulled the trigger. The bullet popped from it's chamber. Blood splattered across my face. I flinched and when I opened my eyes, my would-be attacker was face down on the sidewalk. 
           “Are you all right?” Crowe asked, but it didn’t sound like he truly cared.

I nodded a lie.

I was far from okay.

“Go home, Janie,” he said. “Clean yourself up. Forget this night.”

“Okay,” I answered.

I would never forget that night for as long as I lived.