Today’s #1lineWed gives writers a choice. I sat on my seat until I could sit no longer. Are you sensing the theme here? 😉 Today’s prompt for a line or, in my case, a snippet is **SIT, SAT, or SEAT**. Here’s a snippet from my upcoming release, RESCUE MOON, part of Susan Stoker’s Special Forces: Operation Alpha Kindle World. It releases next week!
As you know, I’m returning to my Moonstruck world and introducing a new Wolf, Hawk Greenwood, and his heroine Dana Peterson. This snippet is in Dana’s POV. She’s been kidnapped by a drug cartel and held for a week now. Things are about to get very interesting… 😀
The windows all had bars on them and the only door was locked from the outside. At least she was in here alone and they hadn’t tied her up. Small favors, right? Oh, and the cabana had air conditioning. That was something good too, right? Dana chewed and swallowed. Instead of counting blessings, she needed to be figuring out how to escape. She obviously couldn’t count on the American government or Prescott Academy. If she ever got out of this mess… No, she amended. When she got out, she was going to create all sorts of bad press for both entities.
She spent the afternoon fitfully dozing in between bouts of manic pacing. All this waiting was wearing her down. Dana wasn’t sure why her captors were basically ignoring her. On the one hand, she was glad because there were so many truly horrible things they could be doing to her, but she’d become almost numb from the worry.
Night filtered in through the barred windows and lights flickered on outside. Dana wasn’t allowed lights inside the cabana. Like a blind person, she’d learned the furniture placement and how to avoid banging into anything when she walked around. At least the moon was full and being closer to the equator made it big and bright. If free, she’d be able to travel at night, except this was the desert where predators hunted after the sun went down. Better the four-legged killers than the two-legged butchers who would chase her.
The grating of a key in the lock was her first indication that things were happening. She sat up, eyes squinting and her hand hovering, ready to shade them from any glare of light. When the powerful flashlight beam caught her full in the face, she knew she’d been smart to take precautions.
“Let’s go,” a voice growled—an American voice.
So, anybody out there ready to sit or have you already sat on your seat? Share those words!