#SnippetSunday – Hard-Boiled/Noir WIP – February 22, 2015
Snippet Sunday is a Facebook group for writers I’ve been privileged enough to have been accepted into.
From the group guidelines; “Welcome to Snippet Sunday, where writers come together to share a few sentences of their current project–whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.”
This week’s snippet moves forward in the story. In an earlier snippet, I shared a slice of an intimate scene featuring our hero, Jake, and the femme fatale, Marisa. This snippet is from the scene in which they first meet… Jake’s enjoying a quiet afternoon on the beach as the action opens…
“Anyone sitting here?”
A woman’s voice, low, with a hint of a drawl, seasoned by what sounded like a pack-a-day habit.
I looked over the rims of my sunglasses.
Medium height. Curves. A turquoise one-piece bathing suit that showed neither too much nor too little.
The afternoon sun brought out the fire in her tangled red hair, casting an amber glow on the parts of her face that showed around her shades.
She held a pair of sandals that matched her swimsuit and a sheer white cover-up in one hand and a canvas tote bag in the other.
I scanned the thirty yards of empty beach in every direction around my chair.
“Make yourself at home,” I said.
“Thanks,” she replied, dropping her stuff next to my chair.
I watched her kneel and pull a beach towel out of her bag.
The word, ‘Fearless’, tattooed in blue cursive on the instep of her right foot, caught my attention.
She gave me a wary, conspiratorial kind of smile as she settled down on the towel.
“You’re not one of those foot freaks, are you?” she asked.
“Can’t say I ever thought about it,” forcing myself to look away from her feet.
“There’s nothing wrong with it if you are,” she said, stretching her legs out in front of her. “We like what we like.”
I liked looking at that tattoo. Maybe I was one of those foot freaks.
I busted the 12 sentence limit by a few… Sorry. I kept looking for a good stopping place and this one was the one that made the most sense.
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