How can May almost be over? This is the last Hump Day in the month. Once again, I’ve looked to Twitter’s #1lineWed for inspiration and today’s theme is *HEALTH.* I’m happy to report that the only mentions of “health” (without searching for all the synonyms and permutations) were previously published so I decided to write new words. Yay! This is a snippet from NIGHT WISH from our heroine’s POV. I can tell you that Jen moved to the Kansas City area despite the fact that Wizard basically walked away from her. Her job…well, you can probably figure that out from the snippet. 😉
Early to bed, early to rise. Welcome to my life, I thought bitterly. I was neither wealthy, healthy or wise. No. I was simply mired in a swamp of depression, regrets, and feeling totally stupid. Why was I here? What had I been thinking? Masochist. That was me.
I heaved out of my car then leaned back in to grab my bag. I hated this job. Hated my apartment. Hated my life. I even hated myself but could I hate the one person who was the basis for all this? Oh, hell no. Not me. See? Masochist. Totally. I shut my car door and beeped the locks on my fob. Trudging to the front door, I fumbled for the other set of keys.
Something slammed into me and I careened into the building’s entrance, my face smashing against the glass. Stunned, I tried to figure out what had happened. I caught a reflection in the glass. Two men. In hoodies. One had a gun. I hated Mondays?
“Open the door, bitch.”
Stars were still zooming around my head like in the cartoons but my brain decided it was time to think. I could unlock the door and not hit the alarm code. Or I could hit the panic button. Or…not. Had my employer paid the alarm company? I’d bugged him about that for two months now.
I dug in my bag for the keys, managing to spill a bunch of stuff in the process. Not that I cared. The one with the gun was now pressed up against me and the barrel of the gun pressed into that soft indention at the base of my skull. A shadow flickered in my peripheral vision and then there was nothing around me. I checked the glass door. No. Wasn’t my imagination. The two men were gone. Poof. Like puffs of smoke.
A third man appeared, this one tall, muscular, and wearing an all-too-familiar vest. For a moment, my heart seized. Wizard. But it wasn’t. Another Nightrider. One I didn’t recognize. He shook his head and looked like he wanted to tsk at me.
“Seriously, babe. You need to find a better job.”
Did I mention I hated Mondays? They just weren’t conducive to my health.
So there it is. Jen and Wiz have a hard story to tell for…reasons. But it’s coming out. Slowly, not very surely, but eventually, it’ll all be revealed. In the meantime, writers? Any words to share about your characters’ health? Readers, do you like medical dramas? Yeah, yeah, total non sequitur but there ya go. 😉