Wednesday Words: Sit On It

wurkn-on-mai-plan-for-word-domination-caleb-pupToday’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!

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About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of two award-winning series--Moonstruck and The Penumbra Papers, Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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2 Responses to Wednesday Words: Sit On It

  1. I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for this one. ;o)

    Here’s mine… from Natural Causes (Dennis Haggarty #2) – wherein Dennis is investigating a murder in the wilds around the new mountain town where he now works.

    “Right there.” Pat pointed. “Looks like some kind of driveway.”
    “About in the same way this looks like a road.”
    He turned up the place where it looked like someone had felled the trees in a swath to make a path just wide enough for a car. Sure enough, he could see a log cabin sitting at the end of the trail.
    When he stopped the car in front of the cabin, neither man moved to exit. He knew what his problem was. He didn’t want to face the belongings of another dead woman. Sarah’s comment about this girl being like a sister to her didn’t help. After Kim’s death, he tried going back to her place. There was things inside that were special to him and his family. Things he should pack and send to their mother. He couldn’t make himself do it. And while he’d stood around waiting, his step-father had done what he couldn’t bring himself to do. The old man had packed up everything, sold what he thought was unimportant, and carted the rest down to the mother Dennis had a feeling he’d never see again.
    Sitting there staring at the cabin that wasn’t even a little like Kim’s house, he wondered which pile his own father’s belongings had ended up in.

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