Wednesday Words: Hello, Again.

Another Hump Day and time for #1lineWed over on Twitter, if anyone is inclined to play. Hello, Dolly! You had me at hello. Hello, again. Meet cute. Meet sexy. Hard to get into a romance until the hero and the heroine say hello. On that note, here’s a meet…scary? This snippet started as a bit of flash fiction but don’t ask me what story it will eventually tell. There’s a book here, though. I’m pretty sure of that. I just need to figure out what, when, where, who, why, and how. Easy peasy. In the meantime, say hello to the weirdness that is my head. 😉
Her clunky boots echoed in the tomb-like silence of the church. The stone floors were hollowed out by the weight of hundreds of years and thousands of parishioners treading this same path. Rows of flickering blood-red votive candles drew her like the proverbial moth. She felt more like that dead cat, as her subconscious reminded her,
Your curiosity is going to kill you!

Maybe. Maybe not. No time for a chastisement that came far too late.

“Why are you here?”

Her lungs seized, heart pounding as those words whispered across the back of her neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The question wasn’t asked by her psyche, but she considered answers. Why was she there? Redemption? Perhaps. Resurrection? No. Not that.

Movement caught her attention. She watched in fascinated horror as Stygian blackness coalesced behind a statue of some forgotten saint.

Who’s there!” She made her words were a demand rather than questioning. She waited a heartbeat. Two. When no answer came, she added, “I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.” The shadows morphed into the silhouette of a man.

Her heart hammered in her chest but she stiffened her knees and spine. “Not me.”

The figure chuckled, a sound both frightening and enticing. “Everyone is afraid of Death.”

That last word held weight, like a royal title. She was probably foolish for not showing fear. Still, that wasn’t her. Not anymore. She remained silent, forcing the being to speak again.

“Then who will save you?”

“No one. I’ll save myself.” She fancied the figure smiled at her bravado.

“Brash. Perhaps even admirable, but in the end, no one escapes.”

The man who stepped into the uncertain candlelight was too beautiful to be real. She fought the urge to hide her face, conquering the need when he laughed. Her scars had been won honorably. She wouldn’t disgrace them.

“It appears I’m too late. You’ve already been rescued from the—”

“Who are you?” she demanded, cutting him off.

“I have many names.” His smile amped up in wattage. “You may call me Starr.”

She knew then, who she faced. This night, she would dance with the devil himself.

“Hello, Lucifer.”
Writers, got any hellos for us? Readers, what’s your favorite meet cute?


About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and 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: Hello, Again.

  1. Ooooooo! So good! Gimme gimme gimme.

    Here’s the snip from Ugly and the Beast where Jeni meets the cat for the first time…

    I glanced around where he’d left me. We’d entered into what appeared to be some kind of mud-room. No mud, of course. Just boots and shoes on the floor and jackets on hooks along the wall. Ahead was a doorway with the door standing open. He must’ve gone that way so silently I didn’t hear him. I shrugged and wondered whether this was my chance to make a break for it. Or whether I should let my curiosity lead me into the house.
    Forward or back?
    I stepped toward the open doorway ahead of me and heard the most awful sound. I must’ve jumped thirty feet. When I came down, I saw a black and white cat staring up at me with disgust in its eyes.
    “Hello, Furball.”
    I swear it rolled its eyes at me before it proceeded to groom its fluffy tail. Its slightly dirty, mussed tail. Crap. “Sorry about that, Puss’ums. But you shouldn’t put it where people might step on it.” I bent down to make friends, half-expecting it to hit and try to take a few strips of skin. It stopped licking its tail long enough to give me that ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look all cats have. Okay, so it didn’t want to be friends, but it didn’t want to be enemies either at the moment. I could live with that.
    “Which way should I go?” I asked feeling a lot like Alice in the rabbithole. Except this cat wasn’t smiling. And I hoped to hell it didn’t start talking to me. I would’ve freaked right the hell out.
    Thankfully, it didn’t talk. It didn’t point the way like a good dog would either. It did stop licking its tail, but only to start on its left back paw. And then further down and…
    “All righty then. I’ll just leave you to your laundry.” Shrugging, I gave up on the quandary of which way to go and let my curiosity pull me deeper into the house. After carefully stepping around the fluffy kitty.

    • Silver James says:

      Ahahahaha! All I have to say is, “CAT!” I’m looking forward to this one. 🙂 As for my snippet, I’ll figure out the story eventually. Whether I get it written in this lifetime? That’s a different story. 😉

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