It would come, it always came. The time when he had to rise before the sun. He shaved and started the morning brew. He dressed and laced up his boots, stopping to kiss his slumbering bride before he left. There was no calling out sick in his profession. His job was a passion, he was willing to stand in the breech to keep others safe.
Author Archive: Ann Bell Feinstein
8 sentence excerpt from my WIP
I’m glad I didn’t miss the linky list for Weekend Writing warriors this week. (I did last week. For those of you who missed my excerpt about the radio click here.)
Upon reaching the apartment on the upper level of the bar, she encountered a locked door. Just as she was about to knock, she heard the distinct sound of a shotgun being cocked.
“Stop!” yelled Kate “It’s Claire. I brought a friend. We have come to get you out of here.”
“We thought you were those fools returning,” said Paul.
“We need to talk, but not here. It’s too dangerous,” stated Kate.
“Okay,” Paul said. “We will go with you, but we have to take Sam.”
“Sam,” repeated Kate with a puzzled look. Just then a large cat wandered into the room and started sniffing Kate’s shoes.
“That’s Sam,” explained Paul.
“Okay. Sam can join us. Just hurry. I overheard them planning to come back.”
Kate, hearing three blasts of a horn, scooped up the cat and said, “We must go now!”
Here’s the 8 sentences I promised a while back…
First an apology I’ve been swamped with stuff to do other than my blog or any kind of writing. I did miss the chance to get my link in with Weekend Writing Warriors but here are my 8 any way. (Yes this tells you why the radio wasn’t used.) To view my previous 8 for context click here.
I would have answered, but it took the brunt of a knife attack.” Collin replied as he produced the broken radio. “Lets get everyone down stairs before anyone else shows up.”
“Agreed,” replied Kate as she radioed Dominic that they were reentering the church. With everyone cleared out of the church and loaded in the back of the van Collin drove it around behind the church to the monks’ entrance. Using Dominic’s keys Collin unlocked the door. Before entering he called out, to alert the old men. Just then Sam the cat ran out. Paul scrambled after Sam, who was distracted by a bug. Paul retrieved the cat as the last of the prisoners was being carried down the steps.
The Night the lights went out…
It was late, we will just say 0-dark thirty (oh dark thirty) which is slang for late or really early in the military. I was pounding keys, hubby was napping on the sofa. (I gave up on him going to bed hours before this.)
When all of the sudden it went dark, not just the room I was in but, the entire neighborhood. Given I was working on a particularly violent scene, this truly startled me. With some effort I roused hubby from his sleep, but the spell was broken, even after securing an oil lamp I could not go back to that scene.
Normally I would have begun pacing, however since I’m recovering from ankle surgery this was not an option. After contacting housing, hubby dutifully went back to sleep! I was stressed the scene I had been writing began playing itself out in my mind. (Remember I’m writing a thriller, this happened to be one of most intense scenes in the novel.) I had to stop the scene in my head, it was haunting me.
I finally managed to get Philip (one of our cats) to join me in the recliner. His lovely comforting purr was soon chasing the scene from my head. Then I was able to drift off to meet with the zzzz monster.