Dani Jace

RWWLogo This week on Romance Writers’ Weekly, Tracey Gee is asking for a Flash Fiction with no set length, but must include: Kevlar, elbow(s), pinking shears, and a copy of The Great Gatsby. For bonus points we can intro w/ a haiku or limerick. Hope you had a chance to visit Brenda Margriet and read her flash fiction. Here’s mine:

Blinding sun

Nose to the hot desert sand

Leash jingles and kind words guide

Home awaits us

U.S. Army 1st Sgt. Brian Zamiska, with Delta Company, 3rd Battalion, 187th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 101st Airborne Division, provides security with an Air Force military working dog during a patrol with members of the Afghan Border Police in the Tera Zeyi district, Afghanistan, Jan. 6, 2013. (DoD photo by Spc. Alex Kirk Amen, U.S. Army/Released)

Tyler guided the pinking shears along the pattern outline on the Kevlar fabric. Never had he’d imagined losing an arm at the elbow or become a seamstress of sorts.

He placed the material on the computerized sewing machine and rotated as it bound the edges, finishing a chest plate for a K9 vest. Gratitude to the dog who saved Tyler from being blown into multiple parts made assembly line work gratifying as well as knowing he might help other dogs and their handlers.

Named after the title character in The Great Gatsby novel, Tyler’s retired war dog lay at his feet as he worked. Another perk of his employment. He could only assume whoever named Gatsby had been a lover of the story, but thankfully, unlike his namesake, his Gatsby received a happy ending.

Hop on over to author, A.S. Fenichel’s blog to see how she uses pinking shears.

Welcome to my post for Weekend Writing Warriors. This week I’m highlighting ten sentences from my opening scene of Hot as Blazes. A down and out surfer returns home and runs into her crush from high school. He happens to be her brother’s best friend.

Outside, the shower door slammed and Jo secured her sunglasses heading down the deck stairs. Broad back muscles stretched the Nags Head fire department logo on the man’s shirt as he racked his surfboard.

Behind a pair of wraparound shades, he eyed her and said, “Bobby’s gone for the weekend.”

Her dad had been a captain for Nags Head. “Yeah, I know, how were the waves?”

His smile seemed familiar as he whipped off his shades and closed the distance, shouting, “Jo!”

“Ray?” She nearly toppled from her platform flip-flops as huge biceps wrapped her in a bear hug that left her toes dangling and his touch shot through her veins like straight whiskey.

“Bobby didn’t mention you were coming home, Dahlin’.” His pale blue eyes held her captive and his southern twang brought her home faster than a jet from LAX.

Speak tags and some creative punctuation used to get this in ten. Hope you’ll check out the fantastic authors on the #wewriwa hop! Thanks for stopping by. For more of Hot as Blazes, check the excerpt.

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