WIPpet Wednesday: Cautionary Tale

I’m a day late due to illness; winter colds just suck.  Today’s WIPpet is 18 lines (yesterday was the 18th) from the next chapter of the novel.  You can follow along with the other WIPpet-ers and add your own.  Be sure to read them–there is fantastic stuff in there!

I called this one “Cautionary Tale” as the warning not to store your entire life on your iPhone.  Let’s hope Phin learned his lesson.

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By ALT1040 from Blogosfera, via Wikimedia Commons

Frustrated, Phin tossed the phone onto his bed and stood there in his towel, still wondering who might have had reason to snoop in his phone. While he was puzzling over it, there was a knock on the door. He called, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Vic,” came the reply.

Phin barely restrained himself from stomping over to the door. As it was, he hauled it open forcefully. Vic looked Phin up and down and snickered. “What, no time to get dressed?” he asked.

“Oh, shut up,” Phin grouched. “It’s been a rough day. What do you want, anyway?”

“You didn’t stop by the desk on your way in, so I came to see if you got Dani’s invitation.” He crossed his arms.

“Yes, I did, and I’ll be there, fully clothed. Was there something else? Because I need to put something on.”

“Go right ahead,” Vic suggested. His lips twitched.

Phin glared at him. “In private.”

Vic laughed. “It’s not like there’s anything I haven’t seen before. How long were we friends? I was actually just going to ask how things were going, but I guess whatever I want to say to you can wait until you’re not half-naked.”

“Fine. Then get out.” Phin ran a hand through his damp hair. He wasn’t being fair to Vic, and he knew it. He relaxed his posture. “Wait. I’m sorry. It’s just that I misplaced my phone this morning, and by the time I got it back, someone had looked through it. I have no idea how much other information they managed to get, but my contacts list was open to my father’s number. Someone knows.”

Vic’s eyes widened. “I swear, I didn’t tell a soul. You know I wouldn’t. I already told you I can’t get involved in that again.”

“I know. That’s why it’s so weird. I’ve been trying to figure out who might want to know about that.  If anyone makes the connection, I’m screwed.”

 

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6 thoughts on “WIPpet Wednesday: Cautionary Tale

  1. Dang it. There’s some cold/flu/crud going around, isn’t there? I hope you get feeling better in a hurry.

    Um . . . why is Phin being so damn mean to Vic? I hope there’s a reason, because otherwise I just want to slap him. And what secret is he hiding?

  2. Ooh, I like this!

    I don’t have a smartphone; I have a pay-as-you-go Internet capable model I scarcely use. I’ve often wondered about all the things many people keep on theirs.

    There seems to be a lot of interest in Phin’s state of half dress. Since guys do sometimes answer the door in their towels, I wonder why him doing so is so remarkable. Is it out of character? Is there a subtext I don’t get?

    And why the heck would someone having their father’s name on their smartphone be so dangerous? Who the heck is Phin, and who’s his father, and how is Vic involved?

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