Here is the fourth part of the writing exercise. I'm finding it useful, as it gets me thinking quickly and solely on one piece of the jigsaw each time. Which means I can constantly run the next bit over and over until I find one that works, having no idea what I'll do with it the following day.
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The following day the same suit with the slicked back hair went to collect Findy. He didn’t smile and walked some distance ahead as Findy followed him into a back room.
On the wall was a picture of a perfectly green hill and a perfectly blue sky. The frame was black and shiny, the glass perfectly clean.
‘So Mr. Bus, what can I do for you?’
It was such a childish name he’d made up, he couldn’t believe the suit hadn’t smirked at least.
‘A bit or research really,’ Findy started, ‘I’m an author you see. And I’m thinking about a story in a bank and want a sort of model for the main character.’
The suit grinned and flushed with pride.
‘Right.’
‘And, I was just wondering if I could shadow you or something, you know, really get to know you and your job.’
The suit fiddled about with a pen on the desk and thought for a moment.
‘Why me? Why this bank?
‘Well, it’s the nearest bank to me and I thought I’d try here first. Of course, I could always try another.’
Findy started to get out of the chair.
‘Wait. Maybe we could work something out.’
Findy was ready with the big guns.
‘The thing is, there’s a film company interested in the idea and I got to get moving on this thing.’
‘A film huh?’
‘Yeah, that’s right. It will be my first film.’
‘Definitely,’ the suit said. ‘Definitely.’
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