Wednesday Words: Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda

We’ve come to the mid-month Hump Day. Which means I had to tax my brain to come up with a new snippet. I fear the Twit folks who took over #1lineWed are running out of inspiration. Which happens. To all of us. On the other hand, #ThursdayThreads is still going strong. Today’s blened prompt is *AS A* and “We always could.” Here’s the scene that popped out using those two things as inspiration. Again, the scene doesn’t need a lot of explanation. Either I’m getting better, or I’m getting boring.
As a leaden sky dropped flakes of winter white, Meg leaned back against the man she’d tried so hard to resist. This was not the time. This was not the place. And this should not be the man. She’d grown up in her mother’s shadow. Alana North might be a fabulous actress but her taste in men ran to extremes. Six marriages, the first to Meg’s father, the very stiff-upper-lip British army officer. While Major General David Muir was stand-offish and cold, he was also a man who could be depended on. In her teens, she’d figured out that the poor man was baffled by a little girl who bounced from pink tutus and Hello Kitty to climbing trees and wanting a polo pony. She smiled at the memory. She’d turned out to be a pretty decent polo player, much to her father’s surprise.

Her five step-fathers included a drugged-out rocker and a movie mogul with many ex-wives, mistresses and a slew of messed-up kids. He was followed by a tortured-soul of a struggling actor, a Hollywood real estate czar, and the pool guy. She rolled mental eyes at the cliche and wondered how her own life had devolved into the same.

Frasier Kincaid. Enigma. Hot. Cold. Intense. Laid back. Man. Except he wasn’t. Not exactly. That’s what he’d said. “I’m not exactly human.” And she’d seen his wolf.

“What?” Kin’s question whispered across her ear.

“What what?” she countered.

“You are thinking so hard I can hear you in my head.”

“Oh.” She thought some more, decided he didn’t need to follow her down the rabbit hole of her early life. Instead, she picked a topic that she was curious about and figured she was entitled to some explanations.

“The change. How does it work?”

“It just does. My kind, we always could shift.” Which was a lie. Sometimes, having the gene wasn’t enough and a Wolf couldn’t shift. Sometimes they died trying. He’d been one of the lucky ones. A survivor. Until now. Without Meg, he wouldn’t survive.
And there you have it–a brief peek into Meg’s backstory. Progress. Writers, any words to share today? Readers, would you want to be a shifter? I’m kinda torn. Part of me could be a wolf. At least part of the time. I mean, I like my steak medium rare, but I’m too lazy to chase it down. 😉


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: Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda

  1. Ooo, another good one! I’m loving Meg and Kin. I think I’d be a shifter if I could just poof from human to animal without all the bone-popping, rearranging of flesh. That seems painful and a little gross. Poof I’m a bird. Poof I’m a gal again. Totally cool.

    For the snippet, I went with the ‘as a’ prompt. Here’s a bit from Justice Served – SCIU #4.

    Frank laughed. “What gave you the impression I was a Special Agent? I’m just a grunt agent like you.”
    “But how?” Olivia’s mind went to all the reasons an agent Frank’s age might have been passed over and none of them were good.
    “If you’re going to work in the field,” he said, “you’re going to need to work on your poker face.”
    “I can see all the gears spinning in your head. You were wondering how bad a guy has to mess up to get left as a lowly agent at my age.” He hooked a thumb back toward his monitor. “Up until the Sweet case, I spent ten hours a day behind one of those. I’m a computer nerd. My office used to be right next to Lynn’s. Both Lynn and I were pulled to go up and interview Sweet’s mother, and I got a taste for being a field agent for the first time. I decided I liked it. So, in answer to your unspoken question, I’m not a Special Agent because I made other choices. Now I’m working my way up the ladder, just like you. I still have about a year more on the job than you, though, so you can still refer to me as ‘sir’, if you’d like.”
    “Can I just call you Frank, or will I get a reprimand?”
    “Not from me.” He rolled his chair back to his desk. “Now, just so you know, the only person at the SCIU who is better at finding information and compiling data is the one we have to clear, so we’d best get to it.”

  2. Kimber says:

    Hell yeah, I’d love to be a shifter! Arrrrooo😆
    Silver, but you had to leave us with that thought of Kin, I’m a lucky one, survivor. unitl now- if I survive?????
    Later Gator

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