This month’s excerpts are from the next stand-alone short story I plan to release (still working on the title). I don’t have a blurb yet either, but it’s about an American guy’s up-and-down relationship with a French girl.
In this week’s scene, it’s Daniel’s first night in France. Mireille told him she’d meet him in the morning to walk him to orientation.
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He remembered nodding, shutting the door, taking off a shoe, and then nothing until a loud pounding woke him.
“Mmph,” he muttered, rolling over onto something sharp. He pushed and shoved until the painful object landed with a thud on the floor, then buried his head under the pillow.
The pounding persisted.
“Daniel,” a female voice called between bangs, “Daniel, why are you not awake?”
He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The day before came back to him: the flight, the train ride, the girl outside his door.
Mireille.
He leaped from the bed with an energy he hadn’t had a moment before.
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I wonder what he pushed out of the bed? Great snippet!
What a way to wake up! Loved the scene…
Short and sweet, I bet.
Nothing brings a man awake faster than the thought of an attractive girl at his door! Good snippet.
Ah, the joys of jet lag (which is what I assume knocked him out so badly).
I’m really curious what sharp object he ended up leaving on his bed. Hopefully nothing important or breakable.