This week I was tagged by the lovely
M.Pax for
the look challenge! The rules: Count up the ‘LOOK’s in your current WIP and
choose your favorite three. Then post the paragraphs around the word.
Dotted about the first two chapters of my WIP, I’ve used 50 looks. Ouch! Not toooo bad for out of 14,000 words,
but that’s partly why it’s still a WIP. ^^;
Reiva twirled out of his path and
caught his tunic by the neck. With an abrupt jerk, she threw him forward and
sent him flying. A loud crack
split the air as Darret crashed into a stack of wine barrels. Red liquid
fountained down as Reiva hooked her boot under Darret’s fallen gladius and
flicked it into the air. She caught it and pitched it forward, sailing end over
end. It stuck into the barrel just over Darret’s head. Dazed, he looked
up into a fresh spray of wine that spilled down his soaking tunic.
Stepping onto the street, faces
turned towards them, taking in the blood and mouthing ceaseless questions.
Reiva wanted to shrink so small they would never see her again. She felt their
prying eyes like insects crawling over her skin, itching to dig under her shell
and unravel her from the inside out. Looking at Talou, you might never
know he was an object of such scrutiny. Glances slid off him like rain off a
glass pane, but then again, he wasn’t the topic of their gossip.
She
had to remind herself to stay alert; she wasn’t out of danger just yet. Risking
a glance around the cart, she surveyed the crowd. There weren’t any guards just
yet, but they weren’t the only threat. Cool steady eyes met her gaze and knew
she’d been spotted. She’d seen him in the city center, watching the crowds from
a distance. He was a foreigner by the looks of him, but even a foreigner
could benefit from the capture of a fugitive.
Have a great week everybody and happy writing! ^^ :D
