Time for the Sunday Fiction Post-up! Come share your current work-in-progress here. I’m in the dragon zone over here at Romance Done Write at 17k. I have a steep daily goal of 1100 words a day and the last few days I haven’t written at all. With family in town and a long weekend in Vegas my writing time has been consumed by pool time. Oops! I’ll be double timing it this week.
I invite you to post your title, genre/sub-genre and about 100-150 words starting on the last paragraph of page 12. I know I have a few non-writers, so you may also post an excerpt from your current blog post-in-progress. No need for critique, just a little writer love.
Here’s mine :
“You wanted to speak with me?”
“Yes, but as your father,” he says. I don’t look at him and stare straight ahead. There are too many prospects and exceptions being the General’s daughter. One being he can treat me like a soldier among my peers and afterwards I’m supposed to switch roles and be his daughter again. I’m no longer five, the days of make-believe are over.
“What would your mother say?” my father asks when I don’t speak. I cross my arms in front of me and finally look at him.
“You can’t play that card anymore. It hasn’t worked in three blue moons,” I say. His cobalt eyes study me. Even though we stand in shadows I know they’re blue—blue like mine. “Besides I was three when she died, so I don’t remember what she’d say.” That’s a lie. I remember fragments of my mother. The way her hair fell around her face or the smell of dragonberry juice on her fingers during harvest time.
Have a great Sunday! And Write on!