BONUS SCENE – When Are You? – Lucas’s Return

This is a bonus scene for When Are You?, but it’ll stand alone as a fun little scene even if you haven’t read the novel it spins off from.

In the novel, Lucas Schmidt is a minor but fun side character. So minor, that beta readers who haven’t read the completed story are scratching their heads if they’re reading this and mumbling, “Who the heck is Lucas?” Still, Lucas added an interesting twist to the story, and a way to better show some pertinent information that happens late in Leo and Vinnie’s story.

However, since the novel is all from Vinnie and/or Leo’s POV, once Lucas gets shoved back through the portal, we are left with only our imaginations to wonder what happens next in his life. This scene is from Lucas’s POV and picks up immediately after he’s pushed through the portal, back to the present.

Originally posted in my June, 2020 newsletter using 20 prompt words provided by newsletter subscribers.

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TREADMILL Week 187 & What I #AmReading – Axios: A Spartan Tale by Jaclyn Osborn

From Sunday: He pressed his forehead to mine, still loosely holding my chin. “I see someone who is kind and sho stops to see the beauty of the world. Someone who likes to watch the birds fly in the sky, wondering where they go… wondering what it’s like to soar amongst the clouds. I see an intelligent mind who ponders what makes the sky blue and where the sun goes at night. But mostly… I see my truest companion.”

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BONUS SCENE – Of Rats and Cats (From February, 2020 Newsletter)

🐀 😸 I wrote this piece for my February, 2020 newsletter after the Kansas City Chiefs won Super Bowl LIV. My humorous meet-cute short story, Of Rats and Cats, is set in Kansas City, so I figured that would be a good story to add onto with a tie-in to the game. ~ ~ ~ If you haven’t read the short story yet, no worries. This scene might mean a little more to those who have, but it’ll stand alone just fine.

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TREADMILL Week 177 & What I #AmReading – The Beast of Bodmin Moor by Zakarrie C.

📚 From Thursday:

The scent shimmering off Phin’s skin was akin to inhaling flame. As intoxicating as it was life-giving. Jake’s nostrils flared in recognition of a truth he could no longer deny. Jack had never tried, of course, a fact Jake had been hell-bent on blanking. Intent on blissful ignorance. Jackals mate for life. Plural. Phin smelled of home and hearth, of flickering warmth on a bitter winter night. It was far too late now. It had been from the very first.

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