Prompt Day 19: Terminally Late

Writing Prompt: Opening Line

The room smelled like turpentine and cigarette smoke.


The room smelled like turpentine and cigarette smoke.  Not a good sign.  The hairs on the back of my neck pricked, and goosebumps ran down my arms.  The smoke limited my vision, and I could barely see the outline of some chairs and a table not far away.  I’d never entered this room before, but I was pretty sure that the last time Carter had come out into the hallway, there hadn’t been this smell or any smoke wafting out behind him.  I left the door open- at least if the room caught fire, I’d still be able to run back out.  On the other hand, the fire would be able to spread further…  At that point I don’t think I’d care much if the whole building went up.  Carter’d been pretty much shut into his rooms for the past week, and we were all a little worried about him by now.  I’d volunteered to go find out what was going on, but now I was really regretting it.  Carter was usually such a quiet guy- he always seemed like the ‘too nice’ type to me.  For the first time, I began to consider getting our residence Don involved, and a few minutes later, I wished that I had.  I must have shouted, because Luke and Jessica came bursting in, and I turned away to call 9-1-1.


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