Six Sentence Sunday - The Goblin King - The Attack (and Rescue)

Welcome back, Sixers! Thank you so much for returning each week and leaving a comment. It really makes my week to read them. I hope you'll check out the other authors who participate in Six Sentence Sunday, especially Cara Michaels who has just had a recent release.

Last week, Tricia MacGowan almost mauled a casino guest, revealing just a little of her inner-self. She thought it was over when the bouncers took care of the guy and headed toward her car in the parking garage. But the man followed her and attacked her when her back was turned, hitting her in the head first and knocking her down. He kicks her while she's lying there, but suddenly the blows stop coming and she's trying to figure out what's going on. 

            A sticky glob of melted gum sat two inches from her nose, but that wasn’t half as interesting as the view beyond; her attacker lay on the ground moaning and whimpering as he curled into the fetal position, tears streaming from his eyes. Tricia couldn’t get her mind around his new position as she struggled to breathe through the pain. Something moved in the foreground and her eyes focused on a pair of fancy boots pivoting toward her.

            Her gaze meandered up from the boots past the black denim clad knees, to the leather belted waist, over the strange, gold embroidered black shirt with laces, and up to the golden eyes of the man crouched in front of her. She recognized him from the Casino, with one new addition.

            “You . . . have . . . horns like mine,” she gasped in wonder before the darkness swallowed her whole.

The idiot should have just left well enough alone when she snarled at him, but I hope you enjoyed the glimpse of the Goblin King. You'll get to see more of him next week. Thanks again for stopping by and happy reading!

Happy Independence Day!

Today is the day! The day when people "blow shit up" like the Navy SEALs and everyone cheers. It's the day of really appreciating Firefighters everywhere, both on duty and off, and a day to sit back and relax. The fight is over for another year. Back to the grindstone tomorrow; but today is for being grateful for the reprieve.

I'm not terribly patriotic except when it comes to Independence Day. It gives me a chance to reflect on the opportunities and freedoms I enjoy living here, and I'm grateful for them. I'm grateful for the right to complain when I don't like something the government has chosen to endorse or do. I'm grateful, as a woman, for the right to vote, speak out, govern, and work in any profession I wish to pursue. A hundred years ago, that wasn't the case in this country; it still isn't in several countries around our world.

Of course, I like the great piles of food; turkey dogs, chicken burgers, krumpli salat (Hungarian potato salad), tart lemon bars, thick creamy Mississippi Mud, and chocolate wine; and the kicking back with friends on this day. I also really like the fireworks. In Las Vegas, the fireworks displays are larger than life and there several shows explode on the Strip and around the valley. Heck, you can stand outside and watch your neighbors shoot off displays just about as large as those from the Casino Resorts in town.

In my house, the master bathroom windows face south toward the Strip and every Independence Day, my husband sets thick fluffy towels on the marble and invites me in with him to watch the fireworks displays on the Strip from our bathtub. The A/C keeps us cool and the lights brighten the (usually) clear sky.

This year we have a lot of humidity (for us) and there are clouds filling our valley. It will be interesting to watch the fireworks illuminating the cloud cover in brilliant splashes of colored light. I'm sure it will look like Las Vegas is experiencing party-colored bomb blasts from space!

I hope your Independence Day celebrations are safe and full of wonderful family and friends. I hope your loved ones are home safe, and you are able to really enjoy your freedoms this year!

I know I will! :)