Once again, we have hit Hump Day. The mid-point of the week. Wednesday. Which means words–250 of them in fact. Yes, it is time for a snippet from the ol’ WIP. I loved the Thursday Threads flash fictio prompt this past week. I didn’t win, place or show, but man did Iffy perk up and grab her scissors. I had to distract her by offering up frappucinos and pictures of hunky guys. Since Ronan and Maura are my main romantic couple (among several!). This scene is a quiet moment between the two of them. Sort of. *bwahaha* And what was the prompt? Ta-daa! 👉🏼 **“They can try to kill me.”**
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The ruby red liquid swirled in the Irish crystal snifter. Maura wrapped both hands around the glass to keep them from shaking as she lifted it to her lips and sipped the brandy.
“Are ya afraid of me then?” Ronan’s voice, soft and lilting with his native Ireland, wrapped around her.
She was quick to answer. “No. Never of you.” She inhaled deeply to settle. “Afraid for you? That’s a different question.”
“And why would ya be afraid for me?”
She leveled a look on him filled with consternation. “Seriously? You’re trying to take over the entire Irish mob here in Boston.” At his chuckled her eyes widened. “Oh, crap. You and Brian are planning on going bigger, aren’t you. You want the whole damn state.”
Ronan was truly amused now. “And?”
“Don’t get flippant, Ronan.”
He settled back into his chair and sipped his whiskey. “Would that be a…roadblock?”
“A roadblock to what?”
“To us, Maura. You and me.”
She didn’t sip the brandy this time, she gulped it. “There’s no choice there.” His arched brow infuriated her. “I have a question but I want a serious answer.” Her penetrating gaze lasered into him. She didn’t continue, waiting, he guessed, for some sign from him. He offered the barest nod of his head. Once he made the gesture, she said, “What’s the worse they will do?”
“They can try to kill me.”
“Try?”
“I’m hard to kill.”
Later, she would remember that she’d muttered, “Famous last words.”
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There you have it. Let your imaginations run wild on what might happen after this scene. And don’t ask me because I don’t actually know. 😲 Anything can happen! Psst. This is the fun part of writing. Anyway, hope you enjoyed today’s peek. Writers, does this prompt help you out? Readers, what famous last words do you remember?
Silver James 
Ooo and squee! I love it.
:shrug: Prompts never seem to spark me. And I can never remember last words or beginnings or anything. More often than not, if someone says ‘hey, remember when we…’ the answer is ‘no’.
🤗 You’re brain works on a different level and it makes you…you. And that’s a Very Good Thing™ because if you weren’t you, I’d be unhappy. 😉
That was great! As for me and famous last words, those would be mine. “Go ahead, I’m not saying anything!” You know I couldn’t bite my tongue 😄.
Have a great afternoon.
You have kids. I think all us parents have said that to our almost-adult children. Ahhh, experience. And anybody smart would understand that that phrase and “I’m fine” means it is time to duck and run! 😉