My LINK in the Blog Chain
THE BLOG CHAIN is comprised of a group of fiction writers from Query Tracker and Rally Storm. We thought it would be fun and insightful to acquire differing ideas and opinions on a particular writing topic.
So, we work through the chain posting one-by-one with the same general focus, and then, we repeat the process with a new topic for discussion. Christine Fonseca, has posted before me and Elana Johnson, will be posting after me. If you’d like to read the chain from the beginning, start at the Jessica’s blog..
All Blog Chain members are listed in the sidebar to the right.
My previous Link in the Blog Chain was on the topic of Marketing.
This Round’s Topic is:
Jessica chose to put all of us writers to the test and threw down the challenge to…WRITE! A short story. The only stipulation is that somehow, someway, heart(s) must be involved.
At The Tidepool
Salt air blew as the waves crashed into tumbles of white water. Ava sat on a rock in the middle of the tidepool mindlessly playing with a sea anemone, her thoughts thousands of miles across the ocean, as the tentacles opened and closed around her fingers. The sunset glistened on the horizon in glorious shades of fuchsia and tangerine, shimmering on the water. Day in and day out she sat staring at the sunsets, but the distance never changed. If only I could be there, she thought, in Scotland.
A crab clawed its way up the rock beside her, climbing as it carried its shell on its back. She picked up the tiny creature and turned to place it on the rock behind her.
“Hello, my angel.”
Ava’s heart jumped. She recognized that voice, the richness of the brogue. She had heard it a million times before in her dreams. Her eyes flew to the beach.
Grant dropped his duffle in the sand and held his arms out to her – beckoning her to come to him. “I knew I’d find you here at sunset.” His smile broadened, crinkling his eyes at the corners, encompassing his whole face.
Warmth rushed through Ava as she tentatively navigated the jagged rocks, making her way back to the beach. Grant took her hand as she stepped from the last rock and onto the wet sand. He pulled her in tight to his body; she was the perfect fit – tingles, an immediate response of her body to his touch, like a fire sparking her inner most depths.
He cupped his hand on her chin, tipping back her head. “Your skin is as soft as I’d imagined.”
Their eyes met in a gaze, taking in the deep pools of color, reading the longing and desire, and he lowered his mouth to touch hers. Grant pulled her in closer as he caressed her lips with his…
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