Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
He felt her coming before she reached him. It was an oppressive, almost crushing sensation, like a sound too miserably loud to be borne, the kind that rattles your bones and upsets your insides, but somehow silent.
The last time he had felt that, he had nearly died, eaten alive, his skin peeled away, eyes devoured. It had taken more than a year for him to recover fully from that, but a human would not have survived. He should not have survived, and he was not sure it was a good thing that he had. Survival meant he had to go through all this, now.
The pressure intensified until the little blonde figure pushed outside, head swiveling back and forth as it surveyed the street. Looking for him. Daniel shuddered, thinking that perhaps he should have gone wandering. He was nearly out of cigarettes, and another pack or two would have made the rest of the day a lot more bearable. It would have been better to get lost in Paris, making finding him more trouble than it was worth. But that might have annoyed her, and an annoyed Signe might take it into her head to level a city block, if that was what it took to get to whatever she wanted.
He hadn’t had the presence of mind to find someone who might need him to run errands. She could hardly object to him making himself useful.
Her faded blue eyes locked on him.