“I’ve only got 100 words left to create excitement. Help!”
In the library, heads raised in annoyance as the writer expressed her dilemma. There were several shushes and a few tuts.
Character number two got out of his chair and walked to her desk. “You need excitement hen?” he raised a sardonic eyebrow.
“Yes!” she hissed. “Tonnes of it and now!”
Character number two leaned in closer, cupping her face in his hand.
“I can offer it by the bucket-load,” he whispered, his words sending jolts through her body.
A flash of gold. She noticed the wedding ring too late.
(Hen, by the way, is a colloquialism mainly used in certain parts of Scotland. It’s sort of the equivalent of ‘love’ or ‘darling’ and used to address a woman.)