Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns, and anyone else who wanders in. Happy Palm Sunday.
Are you doing the A to Z Challenge? If so, please leave a comment so I know to visit you! :-)
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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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.
Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
Set up. I've skipped ahead about a page. Kad, with his friend Drave (the enforcer) has taken Tayden to a world called Shantar to hide him from Dominions thugs and henchmen. They've tentatively negotiated a boat and driver to haul them upriver--into a mountainous, wilderness area. Now they're in town, getting a bite to eat and killing time. In walks the port operator.
Kad watched him survey the crowded room until the man’s eyes settled on the empty seat at their table. Easy enough to anticipate; it was the only empty chair in the place. He moved toward them, squeezing his way between tables while diners grunted and sighed, scooting out of his way. Stopping in front of Kad's table, he asked, “Mind if I join you?”
Drave’s black eyes looked as though they'd burn holes in the Port man, and when he broke the tense silence, the words that followed confirmed the threat Kad sensed. “I’d see a man gutted and bleeding out before I’d let him hurt one of my companions.”
The Port operator stood his ground, his expression not giving away even an iota of fear he might have been feeling.
That's it. Whatever jumps out at you, good or bad, I'd love to hear. I need to hear it. And I'm truly grateful for every bit of criticism. I do learn from it. Have a great week, everyone.