I’m going to share a snippet from my work-in-progress, THE DEXELON TWINCIDENT. The rules were: “Search for the words ‘moment,’ ‘forever,’ ‘time,’ or the like in your writing, pick your favorite chunk, post on your blog, and tag others!” Interestingly, I only had three instances of “forever,” while “time” is apparently one of my favorite words. I’m going with “moment” because I found a section I liked for this purpose. This snippet is from Chapter 5 of THE DEXELON TWINCIDENT.
After I chained my bike to a fire hydrant, I stood on the sidewalk for a moment, taking in the wooden sign that hung from a chain over the door. A breeze hit it, making it creak like a swing with rusty links.
“Here goes nothing.”
Squaring my shoulders, I pushed open the door. A whoosh of incoming wind tinkled dozens of chimes hanging just inside. Thanks to the dark blankets draped over the windows, I could barely see. What little light there was came from strings of blue Christmas lights along the walls and a dim stand lamp in the corner. Trinkets, crystals and beads littered tiered tables placed strategically around the room. I zeroed in on the nearest display.
Wow. A crystal ball. That wasn’t a cliche.