Scratching at his angry hives, he took a drag from a cheap cigarette. “…thin I hid in the swamp.” A smug grin covered his blotchy face.
Marsha restrained herself from swatting his hand away. “Idiot. You’d be lucky if you didn’t get a parasite or something.”
Bill snorted. “Hey, I’m not goin’ back to jail!”
She selected the right one and shifted the bag of groceries on her hip. “You’re not staying here.”
“Whatever. Shoulda known you wouldn’t help me.” He displayed the single finger solute.
She ignored the gesture. “Pal, the only one who can help you is you.”
I felt like peeking into one of my long time characters for this one. She’s from the same world as Diana and Leland, who have been featured in previous installments.
As an aside, aren’t these gorgeous windows? I’d love to have something similar in one of my future kitchens. There’s nothing like natural light to cook in.
Word Count: 93
Sacrificing the Present
She hadn’t been home in years. Once she left their tiny village, she was consumed with creating a world she’d no longer have to hide from. Clara had become very good at hiding from the moment within dreams of a bright future.
Standing there at her mother’s sink, gazing over the English countryside, she lost herself in the past. She wanted to stare out the window just a little longer, but if she was to complete her mission, she couldn’t. Clara had to turn them against her brother and risk losing them forever.