I've been tagged by Kathy Quimby in the 777 Challenge. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is
to do the same: Post the first full seven lines of the seventh page of your
work in progress, starting seven lines down.
This snippet is from my NA paranormal, MOONHILL that's going to be published by Kensington in Spring 2016. Actually, I just got my editor's notes and started revising yesterday.
I turned my attention back to the road. Ahead,
streetlights and scattered houses appeared. The village of Port St. Claire, I
assumed. A minimart materialized out of the fog, its lights haloed in
misty-gray. A woman in a yellow rain
slicker dashed inside the store. A guy
was pumping gas.
As I passed a snack bar, I rolled down my window. The rush of cool air brought with it the scent of fried food, pine trees, a
hint of the ocean. In the distance, a foghorn sounded.
I sighed under my breath.
It was true: I didn’t like Dad’s family. But I did
wish I remembered something from the time I lived here in Maine with them. To be perfectly honest, I wished I remembered
them too.
