The last few days I’ve been fairly busy. I’m working on edits. At the moment, I’m going through and fixing some roving body parts or FBPs–Flying Body Parts. Not a hard fix. Most of the time it requires a simple rewrite of the sentence, but it is a little tedious going through over a hundred mentions of said body parts to make sure the POV character is doing the action and not the body part.
I’m so excited about doing these edits!
Like normal though when I’m in the middle of something some of the catchiest scenes or ideas pop into my mind. Wonderful, but I can’t write on that sweet bounty hunter thing right now or give much thought to the story behind the intriguing scenes that pop into my head.
Below is a piece of flash fiction I wrote from one of the scenes. I don’t know where it’s headed, but it’s intriguing and I want to know more about it.
Her knuckles stung. She resisted the urge to rub at the stinging skin. If that son of bitch stood, she was going to have to hit him again.
Damn man had nerve coming back here after what he’d done to her friend. She took a deep breath to try to calm the anger beating through her.
She was aware of the nervous shifting of the man who’d come in with the bastard. The armor covered men hadn’t intervened. At least not yet. She didn’t know if they didn’t like Josh or if they were simply too stunned to do anything.
“Go ahead. Move.” She stood over him and glared down at him. “I told you what I’d do to you if you caused her any pain.”
“I didn’t mean to” He didn’t move anything other than his lips.
“Do you think that “you didn’t mean to” will make any difference to me.” She let that sink in. If he stayed on the planet she was going to carry through.
Hands settled on her shoulders. “Why don’t you let him get up and leave?”
She wrenched free and spun to face him. “Touch me again and you’ll lose those hands. He’s got an hour to get off the planet. If he doesn’t, I’m not the only one who’s going to be coming after him.”