call_me_chas (call_me_chas) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-01-12 19:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | andras, chas |
Basement and Laundry, afternoon, Charlie OTA
Charlie had a good load of laundry to get done and had stuffed it into a big canvas laundry bag slung from a strap across his shoulder. He also had his MP3 player but had forgotten a book.
No matter - there were plenty in the Mousehole.
He strolled along, humming to himself, and had just reached the little concealed door when he noticed a blemish that hadn't been there before. At eye level was a perfectly round mark where the paint had blistered and crusted at the edges. A perfectly round, perfectly familiar mark - Charlie had bourne enough of them in his time to recognise a cigarette burn when he saw one.
Suppressing a shudder he shook his head. It could be anything - a knock of a scrape. But then he took a breath and there in the air was the taint of harsh Russian tobacco. Charlie fled, stumbling in his haste to get away and burst into the laundry hoping to find Rosa - or anyone else. anyone who would be able to tell him he was being stupid and imagining things. Unfortunately he had the room to himself and sank into a chair, watching the door nervously and flinching at every sound beyond it.
"Man up, Shaw," he told himself. "There was nothing there and you know it." But he just couldn't stop shaking.