Weekend Writing Warriors, July 17, 2016

Hello all my fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! :-) 

Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop.  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups and remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA) 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

Setup:  The main character, Lily, and her dog, Jobe, are prisoners on an alien ship. They're being transported by galactic slavers--to be sold. Last week the captors dumped mystery food into the holding cell, followed by a second round. The last sentence last week was this: "She put her hands together and scooped up what appeared to be a cooked grain."

         We pick up from there:

 

She licked the mound in her hands, the taste similar to rolled oats.

There really was no choice. It was this, the mystery meat, or starving to death. She quit assessing the food; it would do her no good  to discover that it also had an animal source. She shared with Jobe again. He nibbled on some, but she ate the lion’s share.

Someone banged at the open panel above the cell. Lily looked up in time to see to see a Bulrager waving the prisoners aside then motioning toward the floor beneath the opening.  Several buckets appeared, the liquid inside them sloshing as they were lowered. 

Another mad rush ensued, and she was part of it this time.

That's it. What works? What doesn't?  I appreciate your comments and learn from them. :-)