Today’s Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday post is Alone. I’m sharing eight sentences from my untitled contemporary romance about a former military dog handler in search of his dog. Last week Josh and his K9 partner, Luc, had returned from patrol when their encampment was hit by an RPG. The last thing he remembers about that day is being pried loose from his dog.  Weeks later…

The Atlantic’s dark, choppy waves crested in white foam then dipped. Their stormy moments matched Josh’s mood. After testing the deck board under his still slightly numb foot, he mentally calculated an estimate on lumber replacement.

He looked forward to being alone this winter in the beach house he’d been contracted to remodel. Luc, the only being who understood him was lost in military bureaucracy. Taking the outside stairs down, he then headed over the dune for the beach.

He’d worked up to a slight jog in the few days he’d been on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, today the packed sand held his weight giving him a steadier gait. He zipped up his hoodie and pulled his beanie down over his ears against the biting breeze.

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Today’s Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday post is entitled Won’t Let Go. I’m sharing eight sentenced from my untitled work in progress about a former military K9 handler in search of his dog. Last week Josh and his K9 partner, Luc, had returned from patrol when their encampment was hit by an RPG.

The explosion shook the dusty ground, vibrating through their bodies. In that millisecond, he prayed for his dog and his brothers in arms.

Hot shrapnel seared his leg and back. Still huddled over Luc, he crawled toward cover.  Another soldier was already on the fifty hammering the hillside.

A medic pried Josh from around Luc mouthiing something. He didn’t give a shit about his injuries. As long as hell rained on them, Luc remained his responsibility.

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