Well, another
homecoming house party is in the books and I'm so thankful we had such a great
group of kids to host over the last four years. A few faces came and went, but
for the most part, the core group has remained the same. I'm looking forward to
seeing what this group of kids ends up doing in the future.
It's been a crazy
week with a ton of work projects coming in and I'm truly thankful to be busy.
Sometimes my projects dwindle a little in the fall and that doesn't seem to be
the case this year.
A limited week of
television, but some good progress made. I started a new classic British series
called Sapphire and Steel. It's
pretty decent with some time-wimey elements.
I also started a
new arc of Classic Who. I didn't
realize quite how much of a role the Master had in the third doctor's run.
Caught an episode
of Midsomer Murders and thoroughly
enjoyed it. I'm almost through with series nineteen and have the final season
to watch.
Watched another
episode of Arrow and should be ready to
start the new limited season eight in the near future. I started the
penultimate episode but had to pause to get ready for homecoming. I'm going to
miss this show so much when it's gone.
Also viewed an
episode of Murdoch Mysteries and
quite enjoyed it. I'm a little wary of what they're possibly doing with Julia,
but we'll see how things go.
Finished up Frankie Drake Mysteries second season
and look forward to starting the third. I'm pretty excited to see where things
go from here.
Caught another
episode of Riverdale. I can honestly
say the whole farm thing really kind of annoys me. That said, this show tends
to pull off a few twists that end up making me like what I didn't before. With
the exception of Hiram. I love the actor but truly hate the character.
Also started
another episode of Blue Heelers but
have to pick it back up this week. Ran out of time to finish watching it.
That's pretty much
it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Quicksilver Flash, a
novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Winsome Crown, a scientist's daughter, searches for her lost
father in the wilds of the mountains. Lynx Hadrington lives alone and away from
society—by choice. When Winsome stumbles onto his little piece of sanctuary, he
can't deny her plea for help, but he fears the worst for her dad. Only one
person has ever survived a brush with the Quicksilver Flash—him.
And a preview snippet…
Lynx cradled the soft form of
Winsome close to his chest. "I knew you'd be trouble. I knew it."
Correction… his innate ability informed him.
Not for the first time, he cursed
the day he met Wadsworth Crown and agreed to act as a guide for the man. Even
if the professor ended up becoming a friend and confidant. They'd parted on
amiable terms, but Lynx specifically asked the man to leave him out of any
further expeditions and experiments.
Lynx picked Winsome up, carried
her to his bed, and gently placed her on the mattress. "You are going to
stir things up, aren't you?" More like stir him up.
He'd gone two months without
glowing or shimmering. She walked in and within minutes, he'd reacted to her.
Damn.
He smoothed the hair back from
her forehead. "Hmm. You're overly warm. That shouldn't be, not after
you've been out in those frigid temperatures." Loosening the top button of
her flannel shirt, he checked her pulse.
Slow and steady with a hop every
few beats. Probably exhausted and rundown. Moving to her feet, he unlaced her
boots and slid them off, placing them beside the bed. He drew a blanket up and
over her then exited the small room and crossed over to the kitchen tucked into
the corner of the cabin.
Reaching into the fridge, he
pulled out some leftover chicken and set it inside his one and only stock pot.
"Some broth and plenty of fluids should get her fixed up right." And
maybe shorten her stay.
Setting the burner to a
medium-high temperature, he added some seasoning then filled a glass with water
and carried it into the bedroom. After checking her once more, he got some pain
killers, shook two out of the bottle, and placed them beside the glass.
He paused before leaving. She had
Wadsworth's facial features but instead of a light hair color, hers had a
deeply luxurious onyx color. Her mother must have been a raven-haired beauty.
Another gust of wind rattled the
cabin walls and Lynx backed out of the bedroom. If he lost power, he might have
to make the broth over the fire. The woman in his bed would need the sustenance
when she woke up.
"And then she needs to be on
her way… for my peace of mind."
This story is
coming together nicely. I'm going for a bit of a steampunk flair and having fun
adding those elements.
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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