The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend. Here are mine from the start of a historical novella set in Victorian London called Lily & the Mechanic.
Lily and the mechanic, have just beaten off some thugs in a disreputable part of London late at night. They have run through the side streets heading to where their carriage is waiting. If flows on into the sexy snippet in the post below for those of you interested.
“Stop,” she faltered, stretched one arm out against the wall as she held her side, “stop, I can’t go on.”
Her bonnet had fallen off somewhere in that last sprint and her hair was half out of its pins. The veil he’d sent that morning was ripped across her face showing the fullness of her lips.
That overly big mouth made his stomach flip.
Lily looked up at him breathing hard, he was too. The rain was coming down and they were wet to the bone. Then she smiled, all the way into her eyes and more, a soft invitation.
© Elsa Holland
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