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Today is a short share, but I think it plays off nicely from last weeks share. Get ready to wet your need for a fiction hankering. Bon appétit!
Today’s fiction share: The Moorigad Dragon
Snippet from Chapter Two
Down the midway, through the Fun Zone, across the valley of carnie campers to her own [Kyra] charged. She kicked open the front door in a sliver-fold of time. Lucky, considering how the carnival worked. So unpredictable. Never the same map twice.
She deposited the man precariously on the edge of her bed and stood in awkward silence. Watched him cradle his head in his hands, and felt utterly clueless. Clueless on what to do next. Like a pile of sodden books, his weight sunk into the mattress. Sunk into her list of woes. Now that they were safe, she questioned why she’d even brought him back to her trailer, or to the carnival. Not that she knew where else to take him. She only knew she felt some strange connection between them. Some strange need to protect him. Beyond that, she didn’t know what any of it meant.
Scratching her head, Kyra looked away from the groggy man and wandered to the far end of the room, as if escape were possible in a trailer so tight. She glanced between the wall clock and her exposed legs. Her current attire was unacceptable in front of a total stranger, or for her performance soon to start. After pulling black pants and boots from the closet and briskly fitting them to her form, she slipped a jacket on over Sebastian’s shirt, shuffled a foot back, and turned to go.
She had just enough time to stop in and see Sebastian before her performance. She wanted—needed—to see where things stood between them.
The guy on the bed teetered and moaned. Kyra rolled her eyes and looked him over. “Why don’t you rest? I’ll be back to check on you later,” she said, turning to leave.
“Wait. Don’t go.” His voice, choked by half the lake, fought to be heard.
Ooh dear. Kyra, didn’t anyone ever tell you not to bring a strange man into your home? I don’t know about you, reader, but I don’t see good things in the cards for Kyra. What do you think will happen next? Will it be insta-love or something else?
If you missed last week’s share from chapter one you can catch it here.
If you want to keep reading, The Moorigad Dragon is available on Amazon.
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