Shh, part 15

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.


Lenn poured soup into the thermos lid that doubled as a cup. “I guess we'll start with broth first. All the good stuff is staying at the bottom.”

Liv wrapped both hands around the proffered cup and sipped. Lenn took to the other side of the bed causing it to squeak.

Sitting next to her on some stranger's bed, Lenn was taken by how beautiful Liv was. Even diminished in sickness, she was still strong, if thin, with a strip of freckles dotted across the bridge of her nose and both cheeks, and hair that was somewhere between gold and platinum. Her gray eyes, content now, always mirrored her emotional state. The first time he'd seen her, he'd been convinced that someone historical relative of hers was responsible for the ancient descriptions of angels or elves.

Weariness hit him and he felt his strength vanish. Closing his eyes, he leaned back against the wall, and breathed a heavy sigh. “God, Liv. It feels like it took forever to get here.”

She snuggled against him. “You're here now. I'll keep you safe.”


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WhiteHat

WhiteHat

"God, Liv. It feels like it took forever to get here." - A little nod to authorial frustration? :p

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Robert Quick

Robert Quick

Some things took longer than I thought they would. I don't want any readers to feel like I rushed through things but I do think that the main character and I are both tired. However, this is only the beginning.

  • #3121 Posted 1 year ago
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Inspired by (sequel to):

Lenn hated the way her spasms, electrified her face in pain. “Oh my God, Liv.”

“It sounds worse tha…

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