Hola Snippetteers and welcome!
I’ve been AWOL lately, trying to meet all the deadlines i committed to last year, and it’s not over yet. The story that might become Book #5 in the Buchanan House series *fingers crossed* was submitted on time (May 1) and i hope to cash in on a little on-sub luck by snippeting from it. It’s a holiday novella that picks up ~9 months after Tiny House and tells the story of someone you might remember, Ryan Orchard. Here are the first six sentences (thanks to some creative punctuation), in Ryan’s POV.
Obv this is rough so please squint as you read so it won’t hurt you. 😉
I climbed the three steps and found a seat on the train; inside, it smelled like French fries, wet dog, and despair.
Maybe I brought that last thing along with me.
Rainy Monday nights just didn’t have the spark of a Friday, even if I didn’t have to work again until Thursday. I got off the train at my usual stop, far from the apartment in Northeast I’m sharing with another waiter. If we don’t find another roomie soon I’ll have to cut down on my trips to the bar after work.
Or maybe I need a new job.
Thanks for reading!
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Charley Descoteaux 
Love the reality of the situation.
Thanks, PT!
Poor Ryan. Sounds like that smell of despair is coming from him. 😦
Thanks for commenting, Addison! 🙂
Amazing description! My stomach actually rolled over, as I imagined that odor of french fries, wet dog, and despair. Poor Ryan! One can only emphasize too well with the way he’s spiraling downward.
Thank you! ❤
What a great sliver of insight into Ryan’s mind set.
Thanks, Jana! 🙂
So real. I’m sure a lot of us have been in that exact situation at one time or another.
Thanks, Louise! The line about french fries & wet dog popped into my head when i stepped onto the train one afternoon on my commute. 🙂
Love the maybe I brought that with me line. we;ve all sat in those carriages.
Thanks, Alexa. Yep, more times than i’d like to remember! 🙂
The only reason I’m not squealing out loud is that both my kids are in the room and would look at me funny. Oh, Ryan so deserves his HEA.
Love this: “it smelled like French fries, wet dog, and despair.” Hahaha!
Thanks, AM! I hope you like his story, pieces of it surprised me and that’s always fun. 🙂