I hope it brings you a smile, too.
And if you don't hear from me for a few days, blame Ms. Kate and the ever amazing Luce and Daniel. ;)
. . .
“Where are we going?” I demanded as Dace settled me into the passenger seat of his Jeep three hours later. I hadn’t asked for details once since he’d asked me not to, but curiosity was killing me. He had me bundled up like an Eskimo, with blankets piled in the backseat. What kind of tradition was this?
“You’ll see,” was all the response I got from him.
He brushed a light kiss across my forehead and circled the Jeep. I stared out the windshield as he climbed in, soaking in the moment. We were actually leaving the house. Miracles did exist.
Dace snorted as he fastened his seatbelt.
The clouds hanging overhead had stopped dropping snow, but the entire town, or what I could see of it anyway, was still blanketed in white. The massive, red Victorian my dad and I called home looked like a gothic castle with the snow spread out, untouched, all around. All we needed were gargoyles standing guard on the roof and the scene would be complete.
“Hey, are gargoyles real?” I asked Dace.
“Um, no?”
I nodded as I fastened my seatbelt. “Just checking.”
He gave me an odd look.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“It was a legitimate question.”
“For you, maybe.” He shook his head, trying to hide a smile. “Gargoyles, Arionna?”
I shrugged.
. . .
I'm on Ari's side in this one. Gargoyles could happen. Right?
xoxo,
A.K.M.
Yep. They could, which is precisely why I love being a writer. We get to create these worlds and have the freedom to populate them with whatever we choose, be it gargoyles or blast-ended skwerts. Nice excerpt by the way. Would love to see more real soon. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michael! :) That's part of what I love about writing, as well. Nothing is off-limits!
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