B is for Blue Beads

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On the edge of the table farthest from the door there was a glass filled with small blue beads. Alex’s hand shook as he reached inside it and plucked a single bead. He dropped it on the ground and stepped on it, the bead crunching under his boot. A small blue light shot out from under his boot, lifted straight in the air before disappearing. Alex could breathe easily now. Henri would be there soon and he could relieve himself of the information before finding the nearest pub and crawling into a bottle. All he had to do was wait, although it was uncertain how long he would have to wait before anyone replied to his message. He could be stuck in the safe house for hours - perhaps days before anyone would reply. And that was under the assumption that someone would reply."

Word Count: 918

Slow going, I have to admit. And the urge to revise the above paragraph is burning! So many redundancies! However, I will ignore the urge and press on! I at least want to make it over the 1000 hump today. I'm pretty far behind in my goal but as long as I keep writing a little each day I will have something by the end of the month.