I’m changing gears. Again.
Now that summer is finally here and everyone has changed their boots for flip-flops and started lining up at the ice cream stands, it seems strange to be posting snippets from a Christmas themed novella, Snowflakes & Beeswax. I’m in the process of putting together all my submission stuff and hope to start submitting it later this week.
Snowflakes & Beeswax is a sweet romantic story about an agoraphobic chandler and one of Queen Charlotte’s personal guards. With the exception of two scenes, the entire setting is a small, medieval style farm in Northern England. The idea for the story sprang from my current obsession with beekeeping.
Here’s the start of my story which is, oddly, very unChristmasy and very unromantic.
Don't forget to check out the talented group of writers who made the decision to share their work on this fine weekend. You can find links leading to the snippets they've posted at the Weekend Writing Warriors linky list, and the Facebook group, Snippet Sunday.
The intruder used a stick to prevent the door from shutting completely, leaving it open just wide enough so a thin beam of silver light streamed through the crack, penetrating the dark space behind the threshold.
Grateful for what little light the moon provided, the intruder turned and crept towards the center of the large room, stopping when their hip connected with a hard edge.
With smooth, economical movements, the intruder placed a lantern on the top of the flat surface and carefully moved the black cloth they’d covered it with, creating a narrows slit that golden light exposing just enough light for them to see their surroundings. The room was a recent addition, designed so the old stone barn was between it and the cabin, but the intruder felt it best to be cautious.
The prowler rolled their shoulders and studied the space.
They were alone in the middle of a large room that smelled of honey, beeswax, and heat. The lantern rested on the top of an enormous scarred table just a few inches from a small leather trunk.
The shadow clad individual moved to the box, the sight of the unlocked clasp bringing a brief smile to their face.