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This is from a WIP, a holiday short that's a second-chance romance. This one has a bit of a scifi element. Working title is "Snow Angel". I'm continuing where I left off last week. Eva, the female MC, is in her mid-seventies. Caroline is her niece. We're in Eva's POV. Last week ended with this:
Goodness knows, I didn’t believe my star man when, he appeared at my door two weeks ago. So how can I expect her to?
This week's snippet:
Here goes… “It was Zhomas. He fed the birds for me. Then he had breakfast. I made it for him.”
Caroline gets that look on her face, her head tilted off to the side, eyebrows pinched. It’s not quite pity, and, thankfully, not quite anger either. She says, “Aunt Eva, there was no one here. No visitor from the stars. No man who had to leave to go to his spaceship he left parked behind the moon. How many times do I have to say it?”
A little more if you care to read on:
I can’t stop the deep sigh, my chest expanding then falling. I’m so tired of this argument. “He was here.”
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