~~Warning: adult language, mature themes~~
On Sundays, I share tidbits of my works in progress as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday.
I've been busy working on some short fiction this week. This is from Lone Wolf, a story based on my Lone Wolves of Shay Falls series.
Sue's limbs were shaking while she forced open the squeaky truck door and stepped out into the blazing sun. A warm breeze blew strands of pale hair into her face, and she brushed her vision clear while she carefully approached the injured animal. It lay without moving, save for the erratic, rapid rise and fall of its ribs. As she came around in front of the wolf, she saw his eyes squeezed shut and his long, pink tongue hanging out. Blood seeped on the ground beneath him—a glance confirmed it was, in fact, a male-but not so much that blood loss alone would have killed him.
Guilt and an odd sense of responsibility pierced her stomach, even though there was nothing she could have done to avoid hitting the creature. An idea struck that she never should have considered, but it took hold of her heart and squeezed hard. She headed for the flatbed of her truck and dug around until she found the old blanket and a snow shovel.
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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!