Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns, and anyone else who wanders in. May is past halfway through! Where does time go?
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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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 a few paras. Their food has arrived. There's been some back and forth between Fode, and Kad's group. Fode expressed distrust--not sure if these people are Dom-Cen plants (spies). The dust is finally settling, though tension remains. Fode gives the introduction and handshake another try. Tweaked punctuation to fit into the 8 sentence limit.
Kad reached out and shook the proffered hand, then watched as Drave accepted Fode’s hand when it came his way. It was only seconds before the discomfort of the crushing grasp showed on the Port man’s face. Before releasing the vise grip, Drave nodded his head, slow and measured, without losing sight of Fode’s eyes. If that wasn’t enough to let the local man know that he was no match for Drave should he choose to betray their whereabouts, then he deserved the merciless shellacking the giant of a man would unleash on him.
While they ate, the awkward silence grew thick as midwinter ice-fog, until Fode broke it. “I never look hard at a face and I never remember names,” Then he managed a pinched smile before adding, “At least when asked.”
His voice was a mire of warning and sarcasm when Drave finally spoke. “A good policy to stay alive.”
Hey...at least they're all talking now. ;-)
That's it. What jumps out at you, good or bad? I'd love to hear it. Thank you so much for reading this.
One quick note. It was a good week. I had the pleasure of meeting one of wewriwa's participants, the very talented, fun, and interesting Susan, aka Sue K aka Susan Koenig, author of The Bench . She was traveling through my neck of the woods and we were fortunate to be able to sync our schedules so we could meet for Dinner. Sue's been involved with other things that have kept her away from wewriwa, but told me she'll be getting back it to it soon.
If you're traveling my way, I'd love to meet you. I'm in western Pennsylvania, USA. Closest city to me is Pittsburgh, PA. Have a good week!