Welcome back everyone. Are you all ready for the next year of school, or back to work? I've got grandkiddo #2 ready to rock and roll. This is his last year with us and then he and his dad (after the wedding in June) move out. More news on the home front - grandkiddo #1 wants to move in with us so she can be with her dad and brother. I might be ferrying two kids around this year. Yikes!
I'm sure I retired. I know I gave notice and get a pension cheque, but I'm still working hard. What is wrong with this picture....? I love 'em to death, but - man - I cannot wait to be just the grandma, fill them up with candy and shoot them home. Upside to all of this is when my son marries, I gain some more grandchildren as his fiancé has two little ones. Christmas just doubled in fun.
Enough of that, let's get on with this week's Weekend Writing Warriors. We left off with Evangeline wondering if the man following her was friend or foe. She felt of stirring of recognition when she finally caught a glimpse of his face, but she can't be sure. Was he friend or foe?
When her contact from England failed to show at the designated time and place three months ago she'd begun to see the enemy in every stranger, in every greeting and today she suspected the enemy finally had a face.
Turning from the window, she continued down the street until she came to the church. Mounting the stairs, she breathed a prayer that God would grant her one more day. One more day to find a way back to England and continue the work she and her husband were commissioned with two years ago to rid France of a tyrant.
She pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside, allowing her eyes to adjust to the quiet darkness before moving further into the sanctuary. Hopefully her shadow would also be hindered when he finally chose to come inside, unless he waited across the street, like he had the past three days.
Keeping a routine was important in determining whether he was dangerous and she'd allowed him to keep an eye on her, but today - today - the tables would turn. The hunter would become the hunted.
She moved down the aisle and slipped into a row of pews near the front of the church just as the creak of the front door and a brief flash of sunlight alerted her to the fact someone had entered the building. She laid low on the seat, dropped to the floor and rolled beneath the bench.The tension mounts....
As always, hug someone you love today.
Oh, she is sneaky. I hope she finds out who he is without getting herself into any trouble.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Jessica. I want to write her as an intelligent woman, equal in capabilities with her male spy counterparts.Delete
Holy cow! What a cliffhanger!ReplyDelete
Thanks for the reminder to hug someone I love today. Will do. Several, in fact. :-)
Quite a few years ago my dad died suddenly and no one, not even my mother who was with him, got to say I love you or hug him. These little things are important.Delete
Wow that's intense! I hope she's good at hiding- she's got the cover of darkness on her side at least!ReplyDelete
Yes - for now. How WILL she get out of that church?Delete
She certainly thinks fast - her opponent better not underestimate her! Great snippet...ReplyDelete
Oh my, tension and suspense indeed. I wonder what will happen next!ReplyDelete
Tense snippet. Good job.ReplyDelete
Lots of tension and action in this scene, Sue.ReplyDelete