I thought you might enjoy reading an excerpt from my latest fiction writing project for grownups. The story is titled It Was Her Eyes. It is un-edited and likely will go through multiple more revisions, but several of you have said you enjoy experiencing my writing at various stages of it’s creation, so here goes:
I was fortunate the moon was so bright. I could avoid at least some of the major the obstacles in my path. It seemed my toes and the soles of my bare feet managed to find every sharp rock and prickly plant along the way, and whatever I didn’t step on, I tripped over. I cursed under my breath through chattering teeth, as my whole body shivered.
I took stock of my situation. I didn’t know where I was or how (or even if) I’d ever get home. I was in little more than my underwear, walking in the dark, in a place I’d never been, about 125 years before I’d even been born. I couldn’t be seen in my current state of undress without probably being shot or arrested, yet somehow I had to quickly get clothes, a horse, tackle, guns and ammo, food, and everything else I’d need for a two-week round-trip hard ride, then race against several ruthless men into unknown territory in a foreign country whose people spoke a language I couldn’t speak or understand. Worst of all, I’d just left an enchanting naked woman after making a promise to her that I had no way of knowing whether I had even the slightest chance I could keep. But if I failed, her sister and other young ladies were likely to suffer the same terrible fate as Isabella.