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Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday – Complications

wewriwa_square_4Welcome!  Weekend Writing Warriors  #wewriwa, is a blog hop where authors share 8-10 sentences of their work.

I’m sharing from a short story I’m currently working on and hope to use in an anthology. After agreeing to house sit for a change in scenery, Bowie, aka Bowden Bryce caught a red eye flight from California but arrived too late to late to catch a beer with his former SEAL commander.

After only a couple of hours and still on SEAL time, he’d risen before dawn. The bursting sun rays lured Bowie to set down his coffee and head down stairs for the surfboard Harley had left for him in the utility room. Before the beach goers crowded the surf, he could catch a few easy rides.

A petite woman in a black bikini stood at the water’s edge gnawing on a nail. Obviously not a high dollar manicure girl. Her gaze beaded on a man wearing a prosthetic lower limb as he paddled out on a surfboard.

Pretending not to notice, he approached the water and attached his board’s leash to his ankle.

Wearing a pinched look of concern, the woman stalked toward him. “He hasn’t surfed since he lost his foot and I don’t swim.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday – Indecision

wewriwa_square_4Welcome!  Weekend Writing Warriors  #wewriwa, is a blog hop where authors share 8-10 sentences of their work.

I’m sharing from a short story I hope to use in an anthology.

SunriseBowie, aka Bowden Bryce, had only recently developed the art of leisurely sipping the strong Colombian brew he’d depended on for fifteen years in the teams. As he sat on the deck of the beachfront house, a dusky purple dawn burst into rays of pink and orange over the Atlantic. His love for the ocean would never change even though his SEAL missions were done.

At low tide the east coast waves barely crested a foot or two, but he didn’t come here for big surf. Six months out of the Navy and he still languished in indecision, passing on several decent job offers.

When his former commander called to see what he was up to, Harley must have sensed Bowie’s less than enthusiastic mood. “A customer of mind is going to be gone for a month in a month and he’d love to have a house sitter. You game?”

Bowie had booked a flight minutes after their conversation ended. A coast change might the incentive he needed to get his butt in gear.

It’s almost football season. Hope you’ll check out my newest release, Game On! It’s for sale at all major e-book sellers.  Now, please check out the amazing group of writers at Weekend Writing Warriors.

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