It was a moonless night…

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It’s late, but it’s still Sunday so it’s not too late.

Here’s another snippet from my opposite-sex romance (which i should probably post on my opposite-sex romance blog, but i’m still not 100% sure about that pen name…). The story is flirting with 10K words, and I’m having a blast with it. I really doubt any publisher will be interested, but that probably won’t stop me from pestering one or two…

 

Anyway… Glenna and her knight in dusty denim have gotten clear of the tavern, only to run out of gas even farther out in the middle of nowhere. Our hero’s last lines were something about forgetting his gas gauge was busted in all the excitement. (Last week’s snippet is here–please ignore the creative punctuation and the draftyness of both.)

 

The truck door opened with a creak; the night was so quiet it echoed. In case anyone was paying attention I didn’t slam the door shut again, even though it would’ve felt good to slam something.

“Hey.” He scrambled out of the truck and took a few loud steps, but I wasn’t trying to see where he was headed.

I turned my face up, and found another in the series of disappointments that made up my life. On a moonless night the sky should’ve been filled with stars—no such luck, all I saw was black, an empty sky that seemed to swallow even the outlines of the trees lining both sides of the two-lane road, marching away on either side for miles.

“Hey, Glenna, I didn’t mean to imply it was—”

“What?” He’d been shuffling his feet, or walking, or something—I barely saw an outline of what could’ve been him—but he stopped. My voice did sound too loud out there in the stillness, or maybe it was something else. “How do you know my name?”

 

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6 thoughts on “It was a moonless night…

  1. I’m not sure if I’m more intrigued by the fact that he knows her name (when she clearly doesn’t expect him to) or by the fact that they never introduced themselves to one another.

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