Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns and anyone else who wanders in. Happy September! Yeah, I'm not being a wise guy. September is such a beautiful month, clinging to summer but finally aquiescing to the calendar, and ushering in fall with its cooler weather. C'mon. It's not winter yet. :-)
Weekend writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good.
Set up: Marissa has spent the last year homeless and delusional. In this week's post, I've backed up to very early in the story. We're in a dream, or maybe it's reality? She's been abducted, but still hasn't figured that out. There's an injured man she's caring for as best she can, and predators are on the loose, attacking when it's time for a meal. There's a lull in the action, and she has a minute, finally, to look him over.
*note You might encounter creative punctuation :-)
With no immediate threat looming, she leaned away from her wounded companion and gave him a once-over.
"Even though he slouched, she could tell he was a big man, the biggest man she'd ever seen; probably seven feet tall, or close to."
The breadth of his shoulders was unmistakable in spite of being hidden under ancient battle dress—the kind they'd worn a long, long time ago. In reality, she had no idea when they wore such outfits, but it didn't take a history scholar to know they were archaic.
Her gaze continued upward past his massive shoulders and thick neck to his face. His skin was the color of cinnamon, and his hair—black as ebony, was in a braid that disappeared behind his back. Black as ebony? Why would she have ripped that description straight from a fairytale?
That's it. Tune in next week to "see" that face. What jumps out at you, good or bad ? I'd love to hear it and am truly grateful for every bit of criticism, opinion, and shared wisdom. Thank you so much for visiting! We are going to my daughter's (an hour and a half north of us) for a picnic today. I probably won't get around to visit you all until tomorrow. I hope you have a good day. If you celebrate Labor Day, please do it safely, and enjoy the day!