Six Sentence Sunday #35 6/3 ~ Relics (part 3)

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This is from my short story wip, tentatively titled Relics. In the previous six, Gillian is shaken after accidentally shooting a child. In the next part of the story, she is aided by her former lover, Jake, who may or may not be aware that he was Gillian’s intended target. They get out of the Egyptian section before the museum guards rush in and blend with the crowd until they can exit the museum. Jake then gets into a waiting car and Gillian contacts her superior at the intelligence agency. Enjoy!

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“He was a high value target, Gillian, and you let him get away.”

“I shot an innocent, little girl.”

“Did you hear me, Gillian? The medics said she’ll recover.”

“You’ve lied to me before, Simon,” Gillian said, her lips moving in a silent prayer that he wasn’t lying to her now.

“Complete your assignment, Gillian.”

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Thank you for sharing some of your valuable time with me! I hope you enjoyed this excerpt. Next week, I hope to bring you six sentences from my time travel fantasy adventure titled The Timespinner.

Drabble ~ Letter

The letter lay on the oak bench in the entrance hallway, still unopened.

She knew what it said. Or thought she knew. She didn’t want to read it, but it pulled at her, beckoned her.

No. I won’t read it. I won’t allow him to find his way back into my heart.

It was six months since they had last been together and she could not forget him, though she knew it was absurd to love him. Surely what he’d told her wasn’t to be believed. What sane woman would accept that he was from another time?

Damn you, Edward. Why am I drawn to you still? she said aloud as she opened the letter.

Six Sentence Sunday #34 5/27 ~ Relics

Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! This excerpt follows last week’s and is from my short story wip tentatively titled Relics. Gillian’s assignment is to eliminate Jake, with whom she has history. The scene is a museum’s Egyptian exhibit.

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She saw the little girl a fraction of a second too late.

Gillian’s world began to spin. Her weapon fell to the museum floor. Her legs failed to support her, forcing her to lean back against a glass enclosed display which held an Egyptian sarcophagus, and slowly, feeling numb and detached, she slid to the floor, unable to look at the child lying prone nearby.

“Gillian?” Jake said, his eyes flashing back and forth from Gillian to the child, in disbelief.

“I killed her,” Gillian said without looking at him.

Six Sentence Sunday #33 5/20 ~ Relics

Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! This is from a short story wip tentatively titled Relics, a thriller with intrigue and plot twists. Gillian is a government agent charged with stopping a secret organization. Jake is an archaeologist who’s unwittingly aiding the organization. That they have a history won’t affect her assignment…or will it? Thank you all for stopping by and reading! You’ll find all the very talented participating writers at the host site Six Sentence Sunday and #sixsunday on Twitter. Enjoy!

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Gillian walked through the museum halls like any tourist. Finding her target would be simple, eliminating him unemotional. That they’d been lovers didn’t matter. He was merely a remnant of her past, of a time that no longer had any connection to her. Predictably, he would be studying the Egypt exhibit, lost in his fascination with the mummified remains of some obscure royal personage from that civilization.
She noted the irony.

Drabble Day

“Cerberus? Like in the beast who guarded the entrance to Hades?”

She nodded and kept going. He followed reluctantly, convinced the fortune teller hadn’t told them everything.

The amusement park had long been abandoned, the rides and other features rusted and dark after years of neglect.

Ahead was the cavernous Cave of Cerberus, its interior pitch black. She turned to see that he’d stopped at the entrance.

“Mythology,” she said. “Are you coming?”

He followed, grabbing a torch which somehow remained in its niche even after all this time.

She looked surprised, but simply proceeded deeper inside.

“There’s no turning back,” she said.

“I’m convinced the fortune teller was holding something back.”

“That’s what I’m counting on,” she said. “We’ll soon find out.”

The last thing they heard was the beastly roar emanating from deep within and descending on them.

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The prompt for this was Cerberus. I hope you liked it. More Drabbles can be found on Aheila’s blog.

Drabble ~ Hundred

100 Harbor Hill Road The onyx numbers and letters etched into the stained glass above the oak doors of the bar’s entrance triggered memories Michael fought to suppress. Had three years really passed since he was there with Jennifer? He remembered the scent of her perfume, her blue eyes and dark brown hair, every word she said that afternoon. What brought her back after all this time? She’d taken a position with a Seattle law firm, leaving her comfortable clerkship with Judge Daniels in the small Maine village behind. Leaving him behind. It wasn’t that he was just a fisherman, she insisted. It was that she needed more than her life here offered. He’d come to terms with it after three years, but her phone call yesterday brought it all back.

Michael walked in to find her sitting at a corner table, beautiful as ever. “It’s been three years, Jennifer,” he found himself saying to her.

“Those three years were like a hundred, Michael. I’ve missed you.”

Michael drank his beer, looking into her lovely eyes, not knowing whether to believe her, unable to resist her.

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Six Sentence Sunday #32 ~ 5/13 ~ Magespell

Welcome back for another excerpt from Magespell, my fantasy genre WIP. I appreciate all of you who read and comment each week, and welcome those visiting for the first time!

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In the previous excerpt, there was more friction between the heroine, Taryn, and Liam. Taryn had let him know she was quite familiar with his reputation. We pick up at that point, with Liam offering an explanation of sorts. Enjoy!!

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“Her family found us in a compromising position — their not so innocent youngest daughter surprised me in the tub as I was bathing.”

Taryn heard him out, but her thoughts kept returning to ways in which she might use her true identity — and her magic — as a symbol of her cause.

She suddenly found herself staring up into Liam’s blue eyes, trying hard not to be distracted by his chestnut curls and broad shoulders.

She turned away, attempting to regain her composure. “I don’t wish to deflate your considerable ego, minstrel, but my world does not revolve around you and who you take to bed.”

“You might want to try me before you draw that conclusion,” Liam said, grinning.

Six Sentence Sunday #31 ~ 5/6 ~ Magespell

Welcome back for another excerpt from Magespell. In the previous excerpt, the mage, Geraint, let slip that removing Taryn’s wards would mean revealing who she truly is, and a stunned Taryn demanded an explanation. This scene immediately follows.

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“Well said, Lady,” Liam said, with mock applause, overhearing their exchange.

Taryn turned to him, livid. “Stay out of this, minstrel!”

“She’s right, this doesn’t concern you,” the mage said.

“You’re both out of your minds, you know,” Liam said, wondering yet again what he was doing associating with these people, certain they were going to get themselves, and probably him, killed.

“I don’t expect you to understand us,” Taryn said, defiantly, “preoccupied as you must be evading authorities in Burnham’s Landing for seducing Lady Allyson Thayer’s youngest daughter, and getting her pregnant, before running off with her dowry.”

Drabble ~ Frame and Pirate

“17th Century English. Isn’t it lovely?”

I turned to the gorgeous, elegant brunette in a black sleeveless dress and six inch stilettos, when I realized she was speaking to me. We were both interested in the portrait, it seemed, the museum’s new acquisition, but for very different reasons.

“Exquisite,” I replied. “Do you know who the subject is?”

She examined me head to toe from under her lightly tinted sunglasses, smiling amicably. I was suddenly feeling underdressed and inadequate in my flats and pink halter. “Not a clue,” she said. “I was referring to the frame.”

“Oh, I see.” I’m sure I was blushing. I was intimidated by her sophisticated demeanor, not to mention totally captivated by her beauty. “I’m fascinated by the painting’s subject.”

She laughed. “The pirate?” Her fingers touched my wrist in a way that sent a spark of arousal to my core. “Not really my type.”

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Six Sentence Sunday #30 ~ 4/29 ~ Magespell

Thank you for coming back for another Six Sentence Sunday!

I’m continuing with Magespell. Taryn and Liam had a brush with the Council Guard in the previous six. Taryn is part of the Rising, a movement opposed to Council rule. Liam is a minstrel who wants no part of Taryn’s fight. There’s some serious friction between them, heightened when Liam kissed Taryn in the previous six in an effort to deflect the Guard’s suspicions.

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“Men!” Taryn muttered. Stupid, selfish, arrogant, and ill-mannered, she thought, resolving right then she’d never marry.

“I need you to remove the wards and let me have my magic, Geraint,” she said to the mage, trying hard to get the memory of Liam’s kiss out of her mind. “I wish to be of some use to the Rising.”

“Impossible, Lady, without exposing who you truly are.”

Geraint’s surprise utterance left Taryn dumbfounded, and, fixing her stare on him, she waited for an explanation.