#SixSunday 42 In Her Image

Happiness is . . .  a few hours spent in Officeworks. With a weak excuse of gathering school supplies for my son a whole month early, I’ve spent my Sunday morning in stationary heaven. Pencils, exercise books, lever arch files — Once I’ve settled on my goals for the year, I’ll be ready for 2013. Just waiting on the year to change. I hope you’re all set for the new year, too and have a great New Years Eve.

I’m continuing with my wip, In Her Image, last week Doris was faced with a new and unpleasant view.

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The riding crop clenched in his hand brought her to her feet as panic hit her. “Marcel?”

When no reassuring voice answered her call, she blanched at the prospect of this meeting. Cautiously, she faced Lord Ramsay, viscount and bothersome pest.

“My dearest, Lottie.” His jowls quivered as he caught his breath, but his eyes scored her skin as if she was standing naked before him.

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 I really appreciate everyone who reads and comments each week, and those visiting my blog for the first time. If you’re new, each Sunday a great bunch of writers publish a short six sentence excerpt from a work in progress or a published story. You will find amazing authors participating in Six Sunday by visiting the host site, Six Sentence Sunday and by searching for #SixSunday via Twitter.

Merry Christmas

I wanted to wish everyone a very Happy Christmas and send out a huge thank you to the wonderful people who read my stories. Your continued support means a lot to me.

Eat lots, talk heaps and be merry this festive season and especially take care on the roads!

Heather

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How cool is this? I’ve got my own Thor and he totally agrees with me on everything.

#SixSunday 41 In Her Image

Hello everyone. Christmas is just a few days away so Merry Christmas. Hope you have a good one. I’m continuing with In Her Image and the next black cloud to ruin Doris’ day has just arrived.

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She knew what loss felt like and had no wish to reacquaint herself with those gnawing sensations. Alone was better. It hurt less. There was nothing so wretched as to pretend that your heart wasn’t breaking before a strangers’ gaze.

She scanned the park, looking for another scene to hold her attention. Marcel was still out of sight, but a broad figure strutted along the path in her direction, his belly swinging slightly with each step.

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I really appreciate everyone who reads and comments each week, and those visiting my blog for the first time. If you’re new, each Sunday a great bunch of writers publish a short six sentence excerpt from a work in progress or a published story. You will find amazing authors participating in Six Sunday by visiting the host site, Six Sentence Sunday and by searching for #SixSunday via Twitter.

#SixSunday 40 – In Her Image

Hey there. Welcome to my blog. I really appreciate everyone who reads and comments each week, and those visiting my blog for the first time. If you’re new, each Sunday a great bunch of writers publish a short six sentence excerpt from a work in progress or a published story. You will find amazing authors participating in Six Sunday by visiting the host site, Six Sentence Sunday and by searching for #SixSunday via Twitter.

This week I’m continuing with six from In Her Image, my newsletter serialized story.

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The man hunkered down to the child’s level and he appeared to be speaking earnestly. Surprised by his patience and calm approach, Doris sat forward, wishing she could hear the exchange. The little girls head dropped low, possibly at a rebuke, but the man chucked her under the chin to raise her face and she smiled again.

A pretty blonde infant wrapped in lavender cotton and fine lace.

It was then Doris noticed the whole family was clothed in varying degrees of mourning colors: somber lavender and grey for the girls, seriously dark for the boys. Feeling uncomfortably aware that she might be spying on a grief stricken family engaged in a brief moment of levity, she looked down.

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Six Sunday #39 In Her Image

December is the month of fun, joy, and redecorating the house. So, in honor of the silly season I’ve been tweaking my online home, new widgets, colors, and I’ve even mastered an image slider for my future home page. What do you think so far?

But you’re here for another snippet from my newly named serialized story, In Her Image. Enjoy.

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Doris glanced around but could not see her footman, Marcel, close by. Wretched creature, he’d likely spied someone pretty and been lured away by her come hither smiles. She would speak to him again later, reminding him of his responsibilities and the generous salary she paid him.

She faced the family again, just in time to see the little girl throw her kite to the ground, clench her fists, and turn her face up to show her displeasure. The man was patient; he ignored her howls of inarticulate outrage. From what Doris could see the little girl had so knotted the kite strings she was sure they would need repair before it could fly again.

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I really appreciate everyone who reads and comments each week, and those visiting my blog for the first time. You will find amazing authors participating in Six Sunday by visiting the host site, Six Sentence Sunday and by searching for #sixsunday via Twitter.