It’s Wednesday again which means it is time to play #1lineWed if you are on Twitter, or in my case, to post a snippet from my current WIP using today’s theme: **WINDOW**
I’m happy to announce that RDR#6, which is Kade’s book, is back in the hands of my wonderful editor and the title is now official: CLAIMING THE COWGIRL’S BABY. No cover yet but hey…progress!
So, following today’s theme, this is a short snippet from a scene where Kade goes to his mother’s house for some explanations.
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His mother walked into the living room and went to the mantel above the native stone fireplace. He followed. That fireplace held a lot of memories—his Christmas stocking, curled up in a sleeping bag “camping out” in the winter time. Roasting marshmallows for s’mores. The heavy wooden mantel held a variety of knick knacks. Photos. A couple of trophies from high school sports. A belt buckle he won at the College Finals Rodeo. His mom took down a picture, one taken of him when he was about twelve.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” He tucked his chin and rubbed at the tense muscles on the back of his neck. “If he hadn’t named me in the will, would you have ever told me?”
That question seemed to stump her, or maybe she just chose to ignore him. She walked back into the kitchen, with Kade trailing along, and she placed the photo face down on the counter. Digging in a drawer, she came up with a screwdriver and started taking the back of the picture frame off.
“Mom?”
She was staring through the window over the sink again. He moved up beside her and checked what was out there, saw what she was looking at this time—a doe and her half-grown fawn nibbling grass near the tree line and a picture much closer—his reflection standing next to hers in the window glass.
Families. As Pippa had said, they were complicated.
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So, what windows are your characters looking out of, into, opening, closing, or otherwise engaging with? What windows are doing the same in your life, if you aren’t a writer?
