Tuesday Tales - We Got the Beat!
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- beat. This will be an excerpt from Snow Spankings, a new WIP for a new erotic contemporary.
Slowing the truck to a crawl, Billy bypassed uninjured
folks, craning his neck looking for those in immediate need. A private melody continued
in his mind, easing his distress, loosening the grip on his chest.
Our
bodies touch, I don’t need my eyes to see…
Dreaming
of what you mean to me…
Billy wouldn’t ignore anyone seriously injured, no
matter how absorbed he was on reaching her. Thankfully though, no one
approached him in a panic, requiring his instant attention. I’ll circle back, once I see she’s okay.
Relief washed over him, although very little scenery looked familiar. He felt
himself getting closer to his bride, closing the cluttered gap over the destruction.
Sunrise
means I can see you again…
Thank
God time passes so quickly till then…
The few miles dragged by with the speed of a leisurely
snail, while he dodged debris erratically covering the route. He recalled when
she told him he was going to be a father.
They’d tried for months to conceive. Making love never
became a chore, even when she came rushing at him with a thermometer in her
hand. “We gotta do this now. Give me five minutes.” Shucking her pants, running
toward the bedroom, clutching his hand. “C’mon ovaries, don’t fail me now.”
“I’m sure she’s fine, you talked with her right before
she went underground, right?”
And....that was it, before things changed forever.
When I think
about Billy, I beat myself up all over again...
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