Hello and welcome back to another eight-sentence excerpt from Famine for Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday. We join Bartholomew after he's been reunited -- much to his regret -- with Claire after a long separation. (For those of you unfamiliar with this book, Claire is Famine-incarnate, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.)
Famine took a deep drag on her cigarette, blew the smoke into his face, and said, “Remember all the laughs we so often shared?” Then she smirked and added, “Well, not you so much. I don’t recall you having much cheer, but we,” she gestured to her cadavers, “have had grand times.”
Claire passed the other lit cigarette to Barnes. “Cowboy, hold this.” Then she continued her monologue. “Truthfully, I’ve missed you, aesir. Nobody,” she gestured for emphasis toward his face with the lit cigarette, “I do mean nobody, can make me moan like you.”
Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Been an insane summer and signs point to the fall not being much quieter, though I do expect it to be a less stressful madness now.