WeWriWa: EU 27

    
    

              Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. First thing: Happy Mother's Day whether you're in the USA or not. Doesn't matter if your babies have two legs or four. Bravo to you, mom. You got this.
      Now, the announcement. In short, the WeWriWa rules have been relaxed. The goal is to maintain ease of finding the weekly snippet, but allowing more promo for published books. You can check them out here: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/p/the-rules-of-wewriwa.html
      We love our core group, the close-knit community that has evolved here at WeWriWa, the ease and joy of our weekly 'gathering,' but we also recognize that the time authors spend sharing and commenting has to make marketing sense, too. Time is precious. 
     I've taken advantage of the relaxed rules in today's snippet. I've seen other people do it, and it makes sense.  I completed my snippet within guidelines--and then marked it as such. Then to complete the thought, I added additional sentences. This is fine for every participant to do. Sometimes the excerpts just need to be longer.  And, it would also eliminate the need for the "wonky punctuation to stay within guidelines" disclaimer.
  

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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. It's her first full day here, and she's in the tiny local town getting supplies. She's drawn the (unwanted) attention of a local, and he's trying to make conversation with her--about UFOs. This week opens with her thoughts. The last line last week, was: I mean, it’s intriguing but there’s always a rational explanation for these things.

         We're in the scene that changes everything (It's getting close). And, F-Bomb alert. Here we go. ;-)  The snippet:

  

    

      Now, how do I get rid of this guy?

     Before I come up with a plan, a man in a way-too-big flannel shirt exits Chuck’s and looks our direction. He yells, “Hey, Linus!”

     The man before me, who I assume is Linus when he turns and looks at Mr. Flannel, mutters, “Fuck.” Then he adds, “Leave it to that dipshit. A'course he gotta break up my chat with the prettiest gal I seen in a while.”

     “Can I bum a ride home?” the guy shouts.

Linus rolls his eyes toward me then yells back at him,“Sure, hop in.”

      He hurries across the street, his gait slightly off-kilter. While he climbs into the truck, Linus gives me a sort of Elvis-half-sneer-half-grin.

     That's the snippet. If you want to read the offer that grin was leading up to, I'll finish it here: 

     Then he says, “If you’re gonna be around, maybe we can get together sometime. Shake a little leg over at Chuck's. Look me up. I’m there by four most afternoons.”

     “Thanks,” I tell him, “but I’m not much for dancing. Nice meeting you, Linus.”

      He pulls away, and he's not breaking any speed limits while he watches me in his side-view mirror.

      Well that's creepy. 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.