WICKED WEDNESDAY
I
relate to my characters. Or maybe they relate to me. Whatever way you look at
it, they’re usually clumsy, if not hopeless klutzes like me. They aren’t what
you’d call athletic. And that usually leads to funny scenes.
Like
the one with Lara and the Burdahs. She’d been riding behind Rhys for hours and
fell asleep with her head against his shoulder. That was embarrassing enough
because they’d been like oil and water since they met. Burdahs are
approximately the size of Clydesdales, and Lara had no experience riding.
“With
a death grip on the back of the oversized saddle, I straightened and scooted
back,
leaving as much distance between the two of us as possible without falling
off
the Burdah.
He
dismounted and handed me the reins, joining Azle on the edge of a
precipice
with a view of the entire valley below. My heart stuttered when the
Burdah
shifted beneath me. What if the animal gets spooked and runs away with
me?
My
panic made the ground seem even further away.
Without
letting go of the reins, I gripped the saddle horn, swung my leg over it,
and
slid off the animal’s back. My feet hit the ground with a thud, leaving me
staggering
to keep from falling on my face. Both Burdahs swung their heads
around,
fixing me with what could only be expressions of amusement.
I jabbed a finger in their direction. ‘Don’t even
think about laughing.’”
Things like this happened to me so many
times in my life. I’ve learned to laugh about them and go on. Just like Lara.
Read In My Own Shadow and you’ll see.
In My Own Shadow
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Thanks for having me!
ReplyDeleteSo great to have you, Susan. Stay out of trouble today!
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