Welcome to this weekend’s snippetry!
This promises to be a fun but busy weekend at Casa Des. Saturday I’ll be volunteering with a group of attorneys to help local folks with their citizenship paperwork, and Sunday is my birthday, in which I’ll be completing forms for my upcoming novel, The Nesting Habits of Strange Birds! Habitual snippeteers may remember Phil and Lee. If not, you’ll be meeting them again fairly soon. 😀
Today’s snippet is the last tease I’ll be sharing from my “Don’t Read in the Closet” story, Better Than New. The story isn’t very long, and I don’t want to give too much away.This takes up immediately after last week’s and concludes the first section. (To find all snippets for my Love’s Landscapes story, click here.)
He goaded me on, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a dancer. The chains around his neck caught the light and flashed in my eyes. I bounced the cup in the palm of my hand a few times. That seemed to make him happier, so I gathered all my disappointment, pictured it filling up the cup, and threw the cup onto the grate.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look—even the guy on the tiny stage stopped reading his excruciatingly beautiful poetry about how much it hurts to be in love. Ben raised his hand to high-five me, but I stared at the broken, useless shards scattered around the grate. He bent to put his face in front of mine, and his smile let me breathe normally again.
He ruffled my hair and turned to the counter to help a customer.
Thanks for reading!