Weekend Writing Warriors: September 29, 2013
Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns and anyone else who wanders in. Happy last morning of summer! :-)
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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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.
Finally, allowed inside, he's faced with a surreal time.
Never had a day been so wonderful, so perfect, and so gut-wrenching.
After scrubbing his hands vigorously as instructed, he stretched his arms in front of him toward a waiting aide. The jittery helper slid a gown onto him then fumbled at his neck--tying the knee-length cover closed.
Deamante took a deep breath and fought to relax the worry furrows knitted on his brow. Apprehension filtered through him, from the top of his head to his toes. When he finally willed his feet to move, his cat-steps were soundless as he approached the bed where she lay. A lump formed in his throat when he looked down into a face that seemed foreign, almost deformed by the agony. Desperate eyes blinked up at him while a low moan, little more than a whimper, escaped her.