It’s that time of week, and here’s another Weekend Writing Warriors post:
It’s simple and fun. Sign the linky list with your name, blog url and email address on Mondays, 8:00 AM EST. Each week, the list remains open until Saturday, 11:59 PM. Then on Sunday, post 8 sentences from a current writing project, published or unpublished. Visit other participants and offer opinions, critiques, support. Writers hanging out with writers, a good time with a great group of people.
This passage features Dex with his wife Lilith. They just attended Richard’s funeral, and Dex is noticeably affected by it. At first he plays it off as mourning the death of someone whom he considered a father figure, but it’s obvious that he has much more on his mind:
Lilith sat down on an old swing, not caring that the rusted chains and cracked leather would soil her dress. She looked up to Dex with big doe’s eyes, the kind of eyes she gave him when she wanted the truth out of him, and repeated, “Talk to me.”
Either the eyes worked, or he already intended to tell her everything, but he did. He told her about the pictures of Cynthia, about what Mary Fielding told him, and about what Jim said at the prison. He told her about every lie and inconsistency he came across. And he confided in her his suspicions, about how most Captains before him came to mysterious or violent ends. He feared Richard may have died for similar reasons, and he could be next.
“I never should have accepted this promotion,” he said.
Since this excerpt references moments that I haven’t shown on this blog, I’ll pick one of them for next week.
Thanks for reading!