I am working on a fanfic but have not gotten past the first three paragraphs, and I doubt that I ever will. So I am posting these paragraphs to see what someone else might be able to do with them.
(Story begins)
The room had three chairs, but the vinyl seat of one was ripped and torn yellow stuffing peeked out. Worried about ruining her pantyhose, Lois chose the chair next to it, only to discover that one of the metal legs of that chair was bent and the chair wobbled slightly whenever she made the slightest movement. One of the men said “Hold still” and reached behind her to remove her handcuffs. Even with a key, it took him a couple of tries to get the lock open—he obviously hadn’t had as much experience with locks as Lois had—and as he twisted the opened cuffs off her wrists, she worried for a minute that he might somehow damage the rings on her left hand. But her diamond setting was undamaged, and Lois glanced around the room to get her bearings as she rubbed the bruised spot on her wrist.
It was one of the most depressing rooms she had ever seen. The walls were painted a light green, with scattered brown spots where tape had been removed and the paint had peeled with it. The light was an unflattering fluorescent fixture which shone down on the spare furnishings. There was a table in the corner with an ancient desk phone and several half-used legal pads piled on it. And the faces of the two men in front of her were as grim and lifeless as the room. The one who had removed her handcuffs sat down on the remaining chair, while the older one, the one named Waters, continued to stand. Lois raised her eyes to his and tried to project a confidence she did not feel. “So, are you ever going to tell me what this is all about?” she blustered.
“Lois Lane, you are under arrest for the murder of Clark Kent. You have the right to remain silent. . . . “
