Time for the Sunday Fiction Post-up! Come share your current work-in-progress here. I’ve really been pushing myself on this novella and hope to be finished with it in two weeks, I’ve already laid down 14k in thirteen days. Boom! I’m on a mission 🙂
I invite you to post your title, genre/sub-genre and the second half of page 12 of your current work-in-progress. Let’s go crazy today and put in a nice chunk. No need for critique, just a little writer love.
“Want to talk about it?” DJ asked, taking a long drag off his cigarette. He’d never cared in the past to hear women talk about their problems. With Autumn it was different. He didn’t know why, but he did know it had nothing to do with the blood rushing below his belt. The feeling was more than that, and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with it.
“Not really,” Autumn said. He watched her silhouette shift in the shadows. The urge to pull her closer so he could see her better was strong. “Dean…”
“She told you.”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice barely audible beneath the sound of the music coming from the bar. “Why did you pretend you didn’t know who I was?”
Because you wouldn’t talk to me then. That’s what DJ wanted to say, but in his head it sounded weak. They hadn’t seen each other since high school, why should he care what she thought of him? But he did. Like he couldn’t escape his past.
Have a great Sunday! And Write on!