Hi, I started this story nearly a decade ago and just couldn’t find an Agent at the time. Most of the Agents thought the quality of the writing and story idea was above the norm in terms of submissions but they didn’t feel they could take the ms to a publisher as the story wasn’t quite marketable. So I thought I might test the waters here for a while. Anyway, there’s no harm in posting a few pages of a story that’s currently gathering dust, so here goes:
Friday, May 2019
My name’s Gavin, I’m eighteen. Lucy’s asked me to meet her in the park. She said she needed to talk to me about something, but she wouldn’t say what.
I arrive at the café near the play area and glance at the time on my phone.
1.15. Friday afternoon. Outside café, I text, and go in to buy a can of coke, working my way through the queue. I return to my waiting spot and check the messages to see if Lucy’s responded.
She hasn’t. I stand there with my sunglasses on, sipping coke and scanning the park area for signs of her. You can’t miss her. She’s just over five foot four, pretty small really. Honey blonde hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes with a hint of ginger around the pupils. Gorgeous but we’re not an item. I’m not sure what we are, but we’re definitely not boyfriend and girlfriend. And that’s come as a disappointment to me.
1.50. No texts or missed calls.
I phone her, but Voicemail kicks in after four rings.
Hi Lucy, it’s me, Gavin. I’m by the café near the play area. I’ve been there since quarter past. Everything okay?
She doesn’t remember opening her eyes. Just lying on a hard surface in the cold, aware of flickering light in the background.
Voices call out to her. The voices disappear and she finds herself alone again, trapped by darkness. The stench of damp and rot drifts over, the smell getting stronger.
In the distance, water drips. Tap. Tap. Tap. Figures form in the blackness, sewer rats with enormous eyes. They slide along the surface, sniffing as they get closer. She hates them.
What’s happened? Where am I?
She attempts to push herself forward, wincing when something resembling a wasp sting digs deep into her arms and ankles.
‘Help,’ she attempts to shout.
‘There’s no need to be scared, Lucy,’ a voice says in the dark. The voice belongs to a man. ‘Unless you attempt anything stupid of course. Then I’ll have to hurt you. And hurt you pretty badly. I’ll leave you to think about it.’
He knows my name. Who is he?
Close by, a door opens and shuts. She hears the man bolting the door, locking her in. His footsteps fade away in the dark.