I hope you're all practicing safe social-distancing. And I really hope that none of you feel alone in this. We're all in it together...
Sending out virtual hugs to all of you. <3
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This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. To read a compilation of all snippets posted for this story, click Here: Emmily Unbound, Chapter 1 Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to the mountains of Pennsylvania, into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. After arriving at near dark, she saw someone in the woods at the edge of the yard. She's survived the night and had no intruders. She's decided to make a grocery run while the weather is nice. While waiting for her lunch, she discovers she's been noticed by a man in town, and he's heading her way.
This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. To read a compilation of all snippets posted for this story, click Here: Emmily Unbound, Chapter 1 Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to the mountains of Pennsylvania, into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. After arriving at near dark, she saw someone in the woods at the edge of the yard. She's survived the night and had no intruders. She's decided to make a grocery run while the weather is nice. While waiting for her lunch, she discovers she's been noticed by a man in town, and he's heading her way.
There could be wonky punctuation to keep within wewriwa guidelines.
Last week's snippet ended with: Great…he’s
peacocking. He takes his time getting into his truck.
We're in the scene that changes everything. Here we go. ;-) The snippet:
After
doing a U-turn in the middle of the road, he drives our way. It’s time to pick up our food. Lousy timing. I step out of my car just as he rolls up next to me. His smile
is friendly, but something is off—his eyes linger far too long on places they
shouldn’t.
“Lost?
Or are ya new around here?” He smells of beer and cigarettes.
“Neither,”
I say.
He
chortles—a laugh infused with a bit too much alcohol—then says, “Did you come to look for the UFOs?”
That's it for this week. Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments and suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.
FYI...a photo that epitomizes social distancing at work. Our lunchroom usually has 16 chairs in it. This is what lunchtime looks like now--eating in shifts to allow 6 feet distance. I've started working through lunch...
I have noticed, though, that you can tell if people are smiling even if they're wearing masks...
