Friday, March 16, 2012

Lucky Seven Meme

A fun thing happened last night. Shell Flower, from Tangent Shell left a comment here telling me I'd been tagged in the Lucky Seven Meme. Here are the rules:
  • Go to p. 77 of current WIP
  • go to line 7
  • copy down next 7 lines, sentences or paragraphs & post them as they’re written
  • Tag 7 other authors
  • Let them know 
The WIP I was working on didn't have 70 pages so I turned to another. Actually, I had two choices but on one, page 77, line 7 ended up totally between everything and taken alone would have been confusing. My other choice was much sweeter. I hope you like it.


The ruckus of the fight attracted the attention of the town constable and he came closer to investigate. He remained unobserved; blood had been drawn, but he knew the troublemaker for what he was and was reluctant to arrest his opponent without further information, so he stayed out of sight and watched.

The fight continued. Anella stopped overtly playing with him and allowed the duel to happen, inflicting other small cuts here and there as well as a black eye and a split lip during the close exchanges. The final insult was a broken nose that laid him out on the cobbles. Stepping up to him, she rested the tip of her sword at the base of his throat and said, “You owe me the price of your meal, which I paid for before coming out here. Do you owe anyone else here? If you do, now would be a good time to consider paying them.” She retrieved his sword with the tip of her own and slid it over within his reach before stepping back.

With one hand on his bloody nose and his other grasping his sword, the man climbed slowly to his feet and stood swaying in front of her. He stood there looking at this boy who appeared to be fourteen at best and he hadn’t been able to touch him. Wiping his bloody hand on his pants, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a leather coin purse. He hefted it once, still considering, and then tossed it at her feet and stumbled off down the street. No one followed him. The last of his friends was nowhere to be seen.

Anella picked up the coin purse and went back into the inn. The innkeeper preceded her and met her at the counter where her coins still lay. “What does he owe you?” she asked as she opened the purse.

“That would be a might hard to calculate, sir,” he replied. She didn’t see the constable standing behind her.

Looking into the purse, she fished out two silver coins and handed them over, “Will this cover it?”

“That’d go a long way towards doing that, thank ye.”


 Now for my tag-ees:


Sarah Butland said...

Thanks for the tag! Off to make someone else "it". :)

S.M. Carrière said...

Oh! Thanks so much. I'm going to make this tomorrow's post, I think... though I'm not likely to tag anyone else!