Imagine that, to all of a sudden find yourself somewhere and not know where it is, or why you’re there, or who you are.”
Charlotte took a bottle of wine out of the mini fridge. Sex videos “Well, I guess-”
She slammed the door in his face. “Poor Robert, you have no idea. That must mean that there’s something important inside, something that will keep the story going!”
Robert’s hands shook as he picked up the briefcase and fumbled with the latch. It wasn’t just Charlotte’s aggressive style, it was a feeling like strings being pulled, as though each movement, each word, each breath that he took was being determined independently of him, and he was just following directives. “It is?”
“Oh yes. Her face and open, panting mouth were only a few inches from his. “Do you…do you hear something?”
Charlotte had her back turned to him, looking at nothing in particular. Just think, that wasn’t so until it was written, but now it’s always been so. Mmm, good. “Hear what?”
“A kind of clicking noise?”
“Like a tapping?”
“Yes!”
“No, I don’t,” she said. “Poor Robert, you have no idea. How is it that you know all the things that I don’t? I think you might be leaving this story even before it ends.”
Robert felt cold sweat on the backs of his hands.
