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Last week, David McRae, a character from my current WIP shared six sentences about his former partner, Judith. I was going to back up and describe him through her eyes, but I realized that what he’s thinking describes him far better than what he looks like.*
She’d taken off the cardigan, and it was obvious that some things had remained the same—her arms were as well-muscled as ever and the clinging material of her sleeveless top skimmed contours that were a perfect combination of nature and regular training. He’d never seriously thought about Jayce as a potential playmate—with one regrettable exception, he’d never risked a workplace romance—but he’d have to be dead not to admire the craftsmanship.
His gaze lit on the puckered scars on her shoulder and for a moment, he was back in the hospital in his funeral suit, listening to her breathe through a tube. He had no right to ask her for anything—not after three years of guilty silence. A decent person wouldn’t even try.
“Does my time start now?” he asked.
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*Although she does mention that the world doesn’t know how lucky it was the man hadn’t been issued dimples. I’m just sayin’
Earful of Cider 