Tuesday Tales: Writing Howl

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog featuring diverse authors posting excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. I’m pleased you stopped by today. This week’s word prompt is howl. My snippet is from Silver Angel, a Wytchfae prequel to Lord of Fire. Enjoy the other authors of Tuesday Tales.

Someone handed Lucien an iced colorless mixed drink, and he chugged it down, relishing the snappy lime flavor. He brushed a lock of hair and beaded sweat from his forehead. Nerves more than heat were clearly at play, as the AC still thrummed full blast. Only the sound system and half the lights had been extinguished with the electrical surge. The concert had headed for a crashing no exit, and he wasn’t sure if his impromptu sing-along had sunk the ship or saved the day. Few audience members had left, though, and the crowd seemed to be enjoying the unexpected turn of events. Even the band members were laughing and mingling with the fans in-between numbers.

The guitars were null, but Stalk managed to provide basic percussion. He started in now with the characteristic beat of Live Forever. Lucien’s voice soon filled the room, with the audience joining in the singing. He didn’t have to prompt the words to this one. Many also took to the dance floor, infected by the song’s undeniable rhythm. Quite a few had obviously decided ahead of time to howl tonight, come hell, high water, or a fluke electrical outage.

The blonde he had noticed before in the tee-shirt imprinted with Silver’s logo was up dancing with her curly-haired friend. They both sang along as well. He glanced over to the table where they had been. The older man had disappeared, and the other two men had their heads together about something. At that moment the blonde looked straight at him, and a flutter shafted up his spine. He managed to keep singing. Had he met her before? A lot of women had passed by over the years. He thought he would remember this one. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Nelly’s frown, and he tried to shake off whatever emotion the blonde had stirred up in him. Silver’s manager had gone overboard to see the band on the road toward a comeback. He couldn’t afford to let her see him mess up. Nelly was all business. That woman would pound him into grits.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt howl. Thanks for stopping by. Read the other winning excerpts at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

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