Romances

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Six on Sunday - SLASH

Six paragraphs from SLASH, a paranormal romance.

1. 
His movement was butter smooth as he reached into his back pocket or waistband with the hand that had been on his hip and pulled out a knife. Not a big knife. More like a steak knife, with a serrated edge. But anything with a blade was potentially dangerous.

2. 
What are you nosing?” She giggled. “Are you smelling the snacks I bought?” Reaching inside the bag, she pulled out the package of beef jerky links. “Bet this is what caught your attention, wasn’t it? Are you hungry, boy? Would you like some of this?” She opened the package, extracting a link to hold out to him. She half-expected the animal to lunge for the treat, maybe even accidentally nip her in its eagerness to get to it. Once more, the dog proved her wrong when he gently grabbed the end of the link and pulled it out of her hand before hungrily gnawing down on it.

3. He was suddenly aware that there was no longer any sound of footsteps coming from ahead. The man had stopped somewhere and was either in hiding, or waiting to see if anyone was chasing him. Placing his nose to the ground, he quickly found Turlish hiding under the stands. He was impossible to see in the darkness, except Michael had no problem pinpointing his location. From the sound of his heavy breathing, Michael figured the guy was out of shape. He wondered if the man knew he was being stalked by a police dog. 

4. “What the hell is going on? Where’s my dog? Why are you wearing his harness?”

5. 
She waited until everyone had cleared the scene before getting back into her own vehicle. As she reached for the ignition, something poked her under her breast. Reaching into the vest, she pulled out the bloodstained harness and leash. For a long moment she stared at it, her mind racing, before tossing the contraption into the passenger seat and heading straight to Memorial Hospital. She was going to get answers. Tonight. One way or another. She had to, or else she could drive herself insane with questions.

6. Limping over to her, he laid his head on her knees. She reached down to run a forefinger over his scar. “I don’t… I can’t…” She suddenly got to her feet and took several steps, distancing herself from him. Turning around, she stared again at his new form. “I have to have time to absorb all this. I’m sorry, Michael. Look, don’t go. Stay the night, at least.” She motioned to the sofa. “You can sleep there. But later on, I need you to still be here when I wake up, okay?” She glanced at the front door, and a tiny smile creased her lips. “At least that answers how you were able to let yourself out of apartment the other day. You turned into a man, went outside, then changed back into a dog, right?”

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