If Audrey had noticed Janine arrival she never let it show.
“I use leaves that I’ve raked up in autumn and pile them around each rose plant,” Audrey said standing in front of her expansive rose garden. “Then I wrap them in burlap and as you can see that there’s been very little, if any, damage to them.
Out of the corner of her eye, Hope noticed that Janine had caught up with them and stood dead silent behind them.
Happy Sunday! It’s pretty darn cold here, I think we’ll top up at a high of 10 degrees today. Ooh, I just a chill writing that. But tomorrow the temps swing back up. Way back up to upper 40s. Regardless of the temps, my focus on this long weekend is reading through the proof copy of my manuscript. I’ve passed the halfway mark. Yay! Lets get on with today’s excerpt. In hopes of warmer days to come, today’s six sentences take place during a garden tour when an unexpected guest shows up. Enjoy!
“Ouch.” Hope glared at her sister, the assailant.
“Sssh,” Maretta hissed.
Hope rubbed her side. “You have bony elbows,” she said to Claire.
Claire nodded for her sister to turn around. Hope did and couldn’t believe her eyes. Janine McCoy. What the heck was she doing at the tour? Shocked, Hope could only stare.
Happy Sunday! My revisions are done. WooHoo!!!! Now my manuscript is being read by a beta reader and I’m combing through the manuscript for typos. Yikes! So many. This is not going to be a fast project. Ready for another snippet? It’s a few sentences longer than six today, but I love this little exchange between Hope and her sister, Claire.
“Nicely done, sis. She never saw it coming,” Claire said as she took one final look in the mirror. “You know you have a serious problem.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hope lifted the tray of pastries off of the granite countertop.
“She just asked you to help, didn’t she? Fess up, what did you do with the high school students she hired?”
Hope shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just lending a hand.”
“Is that all you’re doing? My guess is right now you’re thinking about re-arranging the pastries, aren’t you?” Claire asked, pointing to the silver tray.
Happy Sunday! Phew. It’s been a busy time here between Christmas baking, Christmas shopping and revisions. I’m soooo close to finishing the revisions and then I get to tackle the Great American agent hunt. 🙂 That means I get to write a synopsis. WooHoo!!!!! (FYI, that was a sarcastic WooHoo) But I’m not going to think about that now. Nope, not going to think about it. I’m going to focus on this quick snippet, six sentences from my current WIP.
Sally’s frown deepened. “Because of her we did not even rank in the top twenty-five community gardens in the state.”
“This isn’t the time nor the place to discuss this. Elaine has been invited. If she shows up we’ll just have to deal with it,” Audrey said.
“Letting the inmates run the asylum,” Sally muttered as she marched back to the living room.
Time for another snippet. My sleuth, Hope, has arrived for the garden tour which is being hosted by a good friend, Audrey.
A few seconds passed before the door opened and Audrey greeted them.
“Good morning.” Audrey’s unsteady smile vanished when her gaze passed over Hope’s shoulder and found Claire. “I thought you’d changed your mind about coming.”
“Like I said last night, she’s not going to cause any trouble,” Hope reassured her friend. When they spoke the night before Hope found that nerves combined with frustration made a wicked combination.