Okay, dear ones, this is a fun writing exercise that gets out brains fired in multiple directions!
Your task is to read this and then post the next part of the scene!
Have fun! Go anyway you'd like, and give it your best shot.
GOOD MORNING!!!!
And happy Monday to all of us!
He lives!!!!
Ninety degrees and humidity at total saturation levels.
The combination didn't just annoy Jayce Montgomery.
It infuriated her.
Not because it turned her nearly black hair into a bush resembling a squirrel's nest, or the fact that science hadn't invented a women's deodorant that actually worked under these conditions.
Jayce could deal with that.
It was the oppressiveness of the combo.
Jayce hated oppression.
Like 'in-your-face' hated it. Nothing mild or tempered in her reaction.
A therapist might have a lot to say about that.
Forget them.
Forget anything that took a deep-dive into hidden meanings behind everything, she decided as she approached the Jackson house.
She didn't feel for her gun.
That would be amateur hour. It was where she put it, where she always put it, ready to be withdrawn.
She might not need it.
But if she did, she was ready.
Jayce Montgomery was always one-hundred percent ready.
Ready right up until the Jackson house exploded, a fireball rising up as it blossomed out.
Suddenly her hair wasn't humid.
It was singed.
And singed might be even worse than humid.
All right... Go get 'em, friends! We're here for two days so there's no rush. None at all... Just you, us and the keyboard.
Let's do this!
Multi-published and bestselling inspirational author Ruth Logan Herne has over seventy published novels and novellas to her credit... She loves God, her family, her country, coffee, chocolate, dogs, some cats, mini donkeys and co-managing the rapidly growing pumpkin farm she runs with Farmer Dave and a wonderful crew of family, friends and volunteers. Fine her on Facebook, pop over to her website and email Ruthy at loganherne@gmail.com. She'd love to hear from you!
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ReplyDeleteFun stuff, Ruthy! I'll take a stab at continuing the story...
ReplyDeleteIn the next second Jayce realized that singed hair was nothing compared to the inferno before her and the tight burning of her skin.
And Mattie.
Dirk Jackson might be a scum bag, but with that explosion there was no telling his condition.
But if little Mattie was at home...
Praying that Dirk's daughter was safe at school, Jayce grabbed her radio and called for backup, including the Cade County Fire Department.
Jan, I see your cozy, investigative mind at work!
DeleteI love this! Jan, it's wonderful!!!!
DeleteJan, I love that contrast between the sweet, innocent daughter and the scumbag father. If I were really writing this story, your plot piece and mine could work together so well!
DeleteOoohhh!!! So many possible paths, Ruthie! I love it! I think I'll take this one.
ReplyDeleteThe blow gave her a rough shove backward, lifting her a few inches off the ground and dropping her flat on her back. Jayce's head bounced off the sidewalk. She gasped for breath, her vision graying around the edges.
You will not pass out, woman!
She'd meant to berate herself out loud, but realized that the words were only in her head. She was still fighting to pull air into her lungs. She struggled to move. Her head, her arms, anything. The gray mist behind her eyes grew and she felt herself going under. Terror clawed to keep her conscious. No! She couldn't lose control. She refused to lay here helpless, exposed, vulnerable. The panic sat on her chest and breathing became even more impossible. From the deepest, darkest corner of her heart came the desperate wail of her seven-year-old self as Jayce's eyelids drifted down and she began to float away.
"Montgomery!"
Rough hands lifted her shoulders, tilting her slightly to the side. Sweet oxygen rushed in, leaving Jayce drawing huge, gulping breaths and moaning as every inch of her body registered pain. Better conscious and in pain than ...
Her vision still wasn't clear, but she didn't have to see the man to know who he was. Her new partner was everything she was not. Six foot two to her five foot four. Close cropped auburn hair to her mass of dark, sometimes frizzy curls. Calm, ice blue eyes to her fiery black ones. Lily white skin to her caramel blend of African and Latino heritage. And endless, plodding patience to her quick, sarcastic wit. Jayce pushed weakly at his shoulder, mortified that she couldn't move him an inch. It wasn't fair that he was here to see her like this. He shouldn't be here at all. Boston Irish had no business being in southern Florida. If there was a God in heaven, He would send this boy back to where he came from.
"I told you to stay in the car," she finally managed to wheeze out, rolling over to brace herself on all four as she gathered her strength to push herself to a stand. The world swayed. More mortification as he stepped in to hold her up.
"Which was working out fine at first," he said amiably. Was that frustration she heard under his words? Amusement? If he was laughing at her, she'd clock him. "Then that building exploded and my partner was injured, so I decided that staying in the car wasn't really an option anymore."
"Not injured," she mumbled, the gray coming back with a vengeance.
"Of course not," he agreed, catching her as her legs gave out.
Could she trust him? She didn't trust anyone. But he was the only one here. Boston Irish, with those calm, clear, patient eyes. For some odd reason, she trusted those eyes.
"Don't leave me," she whispered as the world went black.
Oh Terri! You took this to many next levels, for sure! I love how you created a backstory for her and gave her a very swoon-worthy partner! Way to go!!
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Nice job, Terri!
DeleteTerri, this is wonderful.... and you really thrashed that girl, LOL! Well done!!!!
DeleteThank you, ladies! Ruthie, you gave us such a strong image to start with and set the tone. Great game! Can't wait to play again sometime.
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ReplyDeleteBrat, that shows so much about her... and you and Audra both have kids involved. Be still my heart, LOL! You know I love kids!!!!
ReplyDeleteSo fun, Ruthy. Thanks for thinking it up!
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Lol! My heroine gets knocked out and yours rescues children from a burning building. I think I like yours better!
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