Having a look round

Dianne Gray tagged me in a very intriguing fashion; to find the word look in one of my manuscripts, then plop it and the surrounding paragraphs here.  So, off I go for a little looking…  Oh, too many great puns not to pop that in!

Rae smiled.  She would turn sixty-seven at the end of the month and over the years Lexi had gotten into the habit of sending chocolates and a book in early August, then bringing flowers when she, Ricky, and the kids came to the annual barbecue.  Rae would have eaten the candy by then and have finished the novel, which she would give back to her daughter, both women appreciating a good mystery.  Rae loved Agatha Christie, but would read most who-dun-its.

“Just set it by my bed Chelse.  I know what it is, bless that girl’s heart.”  Rae would share those chocolates with Tommie later that night.  Then she heard a foot tapping and stared at the man in her dining room.  “So Andy, what?”

He wasn’t looking at her, instead facing where Chelsea had gone.

That was from my latest book, The Farm at Sam & Jenny’s.  If you feel like participating, please do so, and leave me a note, so I can have a look.  (Hee hee…)

3 thoughts on “Having a look round

  1. Melissa Marsh

    Here’s the first time I use “look” in my manuscript:

    She could hear laughter in the background, Christmas carols on the phonograph. A female voice called Rafe’s name and asked him to hurry so they could open presents.
    “I really don’t have time, Jenni. I’m sorry.”
    It wasn’t in her to hold back and hee-haw around. “I’m pregnant. It’s yours.”
    She could tell she’d gobsmacked him and on today of all days, but he was part of this, too.
    “You can’t be serious!” he hissed into the phone.
    “You have to marry me, Rafe.” She didn’t want to marry him. She didn’t think she could face her son’s accusing eyes.
    Another frantic pause, another female voice pleading with him to hurry. “I can’t,” Rafe whispered. “I’m already married. Last night, on Christmas Eve.”
    There was a rush of relief, but then it was replaced by raging panic. “What am I supposed to do?”
    “Look, I’ll send you some money. You can go somewhere and get rid of it.”
    Fury filled her veins and she cradled her still-flat stomach. “Never.”


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