Hello, WIPpeters! And a Happy Thanksgiving Eve to my friends in the US. Belated wishes to you
out there in Canada. As for the rest of you ... do you have a Thanksgiving or similar holiday where you live? (*blushes apologetically for my xenocentric public school education*)
I'm trying to get back in to the WIPpet swing. I really am! And so, for my last WIPpet post in November I'm showcasing eleven sentences from my current WIP, Not Alone.
No matter what happened, it had to end soon. Either she would die, or she would evict the child from her womb. There would be no more waiting. Mee-Kyong gritted her teeth, grunting from the effort. Sweating from the exertion, Mee-Kyong barely had time to inhale before she needed to bear down again.
Her skin burned. She clenched her eyes shut, and with one more push, she stretched wider than she thought was physically possible. Another small push*, almost an afterthought, brought her child into the world.
Soft fuzzy down covered near translucent eyelids. Perfectly formed nails tipped the end of ten wrinkle fingers. Pang’s child was a boy.
Now, I really doubt any of you actually noticed this is only ten sentences, not eleven. But for the sake of transparency, I should tell you I ended up deleting the last sentence. Feel free to come up with your own conjectures, or else just thank me now.
*virtual cookies to whomever can help me come up with an appropriate synonym for push here
Blog Love: Huge thanks to K L Schwengel for hosting the WIPpet Wednesday blog hop, where authors post snippets from the current Works In Progress!
Random Fact: My longest labor lasted about 81 hours.