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Just Another Player
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Portland, Oregon – record freeze
Thursday, February 9th
2:40am
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Dielan rolled
over, “Suzanna what are ya doing?”
“I turned the
furnace up. It’s freezing in here.”“Come back ta bed sweetheart.”
“I am. I’m getting another blanket first.”
“Um…”
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As
Suzanna got back in bed she said, “Dielan, hold me; it feels like it’s going to
be a wicked day today.”
Dielan
was all too happy to do as requested. He pulled her into his body, spooning her
neatly into him, as he snuggled her into his arms. She slept fitfully. It was black-dark when she awoke. Suzanna Delrio felt disoriented. There was death in the air. She could feel it - almost taste it. Suzanna rubbed the sleep from her eyes and wiped the sweat from her brow.
She had awakened feeling even more chilled to the bone - and not from the freezing elements. She turned over; foreboding filled her.
Dielan was gone. ...
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Hope you enjoyed the sample. I love comments, so go ahead and give me some. :O)
~Joyce P. Smith
Can't wait to read the whole thing Aunt Joyce! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Teddy. I hope it won't be another 20 years! LOL
DeleteIt's always fun to read snippets for authors' writings. Where is this story going? To be continued....
ReplyDeleteJoan, yes it is fun to read others works. I appreciate your comment. Yes, to be continued. :O)
DeleteWow! Great job sissy! That little bit had me tingling with anticipation.
ReplyDeleteThank you Tina. Appreciate your comment and hopefully will post more next week. :O)
DeleteI love the voice. You're doing something very nice with the dialogue. Great! I'd love to read more, keep writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Mikey. I'm working on it! :O)
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