Yes, I won’t complain about how fast time is flying and how fast Wednesdays are hitting me in the face. June is already on a big start toward full summer. I’m not ready! However, it is time for a snippet using the #1lineWed theme of **SOPHISTICATED** and the #ThursdayThreads prompt of “You’re telling me this now?” I actually managed to get an honorable mention from the judge in last weeks Thursday Threads flash fiction post so yay me. This doesn’t need much set up. The team and kids are still in the woods, still trying to get out of Ukraine in one piece, and Kin and Meg are still dancing around each other, only Kin has decided to take the lead. Sort of. I hope you enjoy.
Before Kin could move, Meg placed both palms flat on his chest and shoved. Hard. “You’re telling me this now?”
She pushed past him, stomping toward the treeline. Then she stopped and marched back toward him, her eyes sparking, lips pressed in a thin line, fists clenched and leading the way. Again, he didn’t dodge as she landed a haymaker that cracked his jaw and rocked him back on his heels. He stood stock still, bemused at the strength of her assault. He was an adult alpha Wolf, a trained SAS soldier. And this little bit of a thing had truly socked it to him. He didn’t smile. He didn’t laugh. But it was a near thing. Discretion being the better part of valor, he kept his mouth shut, though he did rub at the sore spot on his jaw.
“We are in the frigging wilderness. With kids. And all your buddies. No wonder they’re walking around with shit-eating grins every time they look at me.” She blew out a breath so hard it ruffled her hair. Hands now fisted on her hips, she glowered. “Well?”
He debated speaking but he could no longer resist tweaking her temper. “Well what?”
She growled at him. A wonderfully feral growl. “You have no sense of propriety. I may not be sophisticated like my mother or cultured like my father, but by George I know when it’s a good time. This is so not a good time.”
“Doesn’t change things. You’re still mine.”
She snorted. “Yeah. Right. We’re in the middle of a fricking war zone with a bunch of kids and all of your buddies—.” She snapped her mouth shut, cutting off the rest of her sentence. “Are they…”
Her eyes widened and Kin now understood the term “eyes the size of dinner plates.”
Meg peered into the trees, scanning the area. In a voice barely above a whisper, she hissed, “Are they like you?”
And how was he going to answer that? Loch was. Duke, Tank, and Dalton were, to coin another tried and true phrase, a horse of a different color. So was Uri, though his talents lay on the psychic plane rather than the physical. The crew who wasn’t here—the PJs and pilots—were all human. And their whole team was a well-guarded secret.
“Come here,” he ordered.
Her brows immediately scrunched together and her eyes narrowed. “No.”
“Megan.” His voice held a warning.
“Fraser.” Her’s held a dare.
That’s when his wolf decided they’d had enough and pounced.
Not sure how sophisticated she’s feeling at the moment but at least he got around to telling her…somting. 😉 There are other words before this scene but that part is made up of spoilers, not that most of you can’t guess but I’ve got to create a little mystery, right? Writers, have anything to share, or care to do some free writing o your own? Go for it. Readers, take your pick of which question to answer. Are you sophisticate? Or, what have has someone said that caused you to ask, “You’re telling me this now?”
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Awesome! Honorable mention? Holy cow, the other entries must’ve been amazeballs, cuz this is a winner in my book. Dang, this is a good story. Keep at it, girlfriend.
Well, since you opened it up to free writing (and I definitely don’t have any of the prompty stuff in my book), here’s a snip of the new stuff I wrote for the beginning of Shroudlands 2.
“She’s alive. She spoke to me.”
“It was only a dream.”
“She needs us.” Even as the words fell out of his mouth, Aryl saw the concerned faces of his friends gathered around his sleeping mat. He couldn’t have been in the Shrouds. He was right where he’d laid his head down the night before. Out the room’s single window, the sky was beginning to lighten with the dawn. “I thought I was dead, too.”
“You haven’t left us yet, dolt.” Lyra’s use of her old pejorative for him took some of the fear away. “Although if you scare another year off my life like you did tonight, I may kick you all the way to the Shrouds myself.”
“I feel like a fool.”
Zeje lowered herself beside him and took his hand. “Don’t. I’ve had those dreams every night since we got out of there.”
“We all have,” said Kip.
Hahahahah…jeeps getting better
Nope not sophisticated….dont have time for it.
Not at all sophisticated and that’s okay with me. I’m more the tell it like it is type and don’t care if I can be a bit blunt. Loving these snippets. Thank you and keep up the good work.