I’m participating in the Weekend Writing Warrior, a weekly blog event during which writers share 8 to 10 sentences of one of their projects. You should check out the others right here: http://www.wewriwa.com/. I share this post with the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, which you can find here.
We’re back with another excerpt from my steampunk novel, Oil and Boiling Water (previous excerpts are compiled here). Picking up where we left off last week, Tatiana has been ambushed by a touchy and sputtering drunk man.
I stifled a shudder long enough to grab one of the man’s fingers and remove his hand from mine.
“I think the lady wants you gone,” Goldilocks intervened. His French accent skewed the ‘th’ towards ‘s’ or ‘z’ and making ‘gone’ sound like ‘gun’, but the depth of his tone compensated for the disgrace in pronunciation.
Mister Slug grunted and wobbled off his chair, attempting to slam into Goldilocks who dodged with a swift step. His knee hit the slug’s behind, sending him back towards his drinking companions on unsteady feet.
With a smile, Goldilocks sat in the newly vacated chair. “I have a penchant for damsels in distress.”
From the corner of my eyes, I saw the heavy man toasting without a hint of intoxication; he must have thought I wasn’t paying attention anymore.
I cocked an eyebrow. “A penchant for setting them up for a rescue, it seems.”