Edward Hoornaert, aka Mr. Valentine, is back! Wonderful news, eh? The cat-sitter was not very good about cleaning my litter box, which offended my sense of propriety. Also my nose. Life has returned to its normal routine–and us cats love our routine.
Last week’s snippet, from Mr V’s newest release, Alien Contact for Kid Sisters, reminds me of the picture at left. Marianne escaped from the pontoon boat where the evil Sergeant Squitt held her and her lover, Quinn, at gunpoint. But now she’s lost sight of the boat, which is sinking … and Quinn can’t swim.
The previous snippet ended: After taking one last gulp of air, Marianne gave up treading water. Placing her arms at her sides, she let herself sink into the cold, airless Pacific. But she can’t be giving up–the book isn’t over yet!
Marianne sank through frigid water, past a school of tiny grey fish that darted away as though she were a sea monster. She tugged at her left boot, but it refused to come off. She struggled with it while revolving dizzily through sunlight that slithered through the murky water.
Finally, the boot came off, and her sock with it. The boot sank into fathomless gloom, but the sock drifted, lingering like a faithful dog unwilling to leave its master. She grabbed it—but then, wondering what she’d do with a soggy sock, she let it join its boot.
Before removing the other boot, Marianne pushed up against the water until she reached air. As she gulped greedily, she looked for the boat, but it was gone. Around that point of land, perhaps, or hidden behind a wave?
Squitt could become squid food for all Marianne cared, but oh God, what had happened to Quinn?
Effing Feline here again. This might be the last snippet from Kid Sisters for a while, or it might not be–haven’t decided yet. Mr V says I’m fickle, but what does he know? He’s only human.
Check out of the snippets by other weekend writing warriors. I’m sure they make sure their cat’s litter boxes are always clean, unlike some people.