It's the first Sunday in August. I don't even want to think about how fast this summer has zipped along. Instead, I'm going to think about the great things today brings. In addition to the Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday blog hops, I also have plans to spend a good chunk of the afternoon on the hay wagon, helping bring the first batch of second cutting in from the fields. Than it's off to the county fair with a friend to watch the figure 8 wagon races.
This week, my snippet is from my Georgian/Regency era Christmas story, Snowflakes & Beeswax. It's the last snippet from the first chapter that's in Oliver's POV. Next week you'll get to see the world through Madelyn's eyes. This week, my usually confident, chatter box of a hero finds himself struck speechless.
So, without any further ado ...
Her beauty hadn't faded. Her violet eyes were still wide, slightly slanted and seemed to take up half her face. She wore her black hair in an elegant twist. The shape of her lips and the very faint lines radiating from the corners of her eyes made him suspect she frequently smiled.
For three years he’d fantasized about what would happen if he ever got close to her again, but he never thought it would actually happen. He imagined her father sensed the spark of attraction Oliver felt and made the decision to keep his daughter as far away as possible.
Unsure of what to do with his hands, Oliver shoved them into his pockets and struggled to organize his jumbled thoughts.
Now, one of his greatest wishes had come true and he couldn't think of a single thing to say.