#WeekendWritingWarriors #SnippetSunday - The Matchmaker's mare

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Eight Sentence Sunday

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Hi folks, I'm continuing snippets from the draft of my current 'work in progress' unpublished fantasy romance 'The Matchmaker's Mare' which takes place in Wales. The  story is told from three p.o.vs. and two time-lines. Today's excerpt is again from Megan's P.O.V.  

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 (This is only a rough draft to give the gist of the novel, and is subject to change and edits - and improvement on the creative punctuation which is needed  to adhere to the ten sentence rule!) Any feedback gratefully received.

SNIPPET

A Welsh Cottage, A single horse loving dad, trying to build a future for his son, a young woman who has sworn off men and is hoping to make a new start, a matchmaking ghost and her truelove, desperate to get these two together ...and a chestnut pony mare who might just be the means to an end.

Much as she enjoyed her work, and the extra money from the additional hours which was very welcome,Megan sometimes felt so tired she  didn’t feel like doing more than having an early night and reading a book in bed. On a couple of these occasions she found the quilt turned back invitingly, when she could have sworn she’d made the bed properly that morning.

Once or twice she put her keys down on the little table in the hall, and when she went to fetch them they weren’t there and she had to search high and low to find them, usually on top of the refrigerator, or the table in the kitchen. She chided herself for being so absent minded. Another time, she spent a fruitless half hour searching for her comfortable walking shoes and eventually found them in their usual place beneath the hall table, this was the first place she’d looked for them and she had no idea how she could have missed seeing them the first time. 

She put it down to being overtired, perhaps she should try to get some more early nights but there was so much to be done in the hitherto neglected garden, now spring was well underway. She also wanted to find time to work on her sketches and painting. She cleared most of the weeds and brambles from the garden but there was no sign of any lavender, just a few sad looking roses. She took a trip to the nearest garden centre and purchased a few of the shrubs, along with some flowering perennials

That's it for this week - have a great week, everyone and for those of you who've just celebrated Thanksgiving, I hope you had a wonderful time!


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#WeekendWritingWarriors #SnippetSunday - The Matchmaker's mare - Is Megan letting her imagination get the better of her?

Weekend Writing Warriors   

Eight Sentence Sunday

                                 Snippet Sunday Facebook  Group

Hi folks, I'm continuing snippets from the draft of my current 'work in progress' unpublished fantasy romance 'The Matchmaker's Mare' which takes place in Wales. The  story is told from three p.o.vs. and two time-lines. Today's excerpt is from Megan's P.O.V.  She's just returning to her cottage after visiting Glyn Phillips and witnessing his young son handle a supposedly unrideable pony.


Don't forget to visit the other authors at the link above, there's something for all tastes.

 (This is only a rough draft to give the gist of the novel, and is subject to change and edits - and improvement on the creative punctuation which is needed  to adhere to the ten sentence rule!) Any feedback gratefully received.

SNIPPET

She started, as what seemed to be a shadow moved in the darkened window of the kitchen,  as she left the car and fumbled in her bag for her keys. She couldn’t shake off the feeling she was being watched, although when she looked around she couldn’t make out anything suspicious in the shadows.

She tried to stop her hand trembling as she turned the key in the lock and cautiously pushed open the door, wondering what she could use as a weapon if she disturbed an intruder. She swallowed hard, her heart thudding and a slight feeling of panic rose and tightened like an elastic band around her chest, she switched on the light and gazed across the hall to the dining room. The door into the room was closed, as she had left it, there was no sign of anything being disturbed. She knew she hadn’t left any windows open and both front and back doors had been securely locked, logic told her it was unlikely anyone would have broken in without there being some sign of damage. Pentrebont was a  peaceful, rural area, she’d never seen anyone wandering around at night, nor felt uneasy about living there alone. The cottage being out in the sticks as most people would call it, had never bothered her, in fact, she welcomed the peace and tranquillity after the hustle and bustle of the city, so why was she now jumping at shadows?

Taking a deep breath, Megan opened the dining room door, the room was empty, everything in its usual place, the peaceful atmosphere she always felt in the cottage settled over her and she relaxed under its calming influence; she went back and double checked the locks on the doors though, just in case there were any strangers prowling around outside.

She made herself a cup of tea and switched on the television, still slightly unnerved; after flicking through several channels she switched it off again, her mind wandering back to Hafod Farm and Glyn Phillips and his wild pony, his rich Welsh accent reverberating in her mind.

Hmmm, better not start getting any ideas, Megan Johnson, your last relationship didn’t end so well, did it?

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#WeekendWritingWarriors #SnippetSunday - The Matchmaker's mare

Weekend Writing Warriors   

Eight Sentence Sunday

                                            Snippet Sunday Facebook  Group

Hi folks, I'm continuing snippets from the draft of my current 'work in progress' unpublished fantasy romance 'The Matchmaker's Mare' which takes place in Wales. The  story is told from three p.o.vs. and two time-lines. Today's excerpt is again in Glyn's P.O.V.  


Don't forget to visit the other authors at the link above, there's something for all tastes.

SNIPPET

 (This is only a rough draft to give the gist of the novel, and is subject to change and edits - and improvement on the creative punctuation which is needed  to adhere to the ten sentence rule!) Any feedback gratefully received.

Summary: Megan, new to the village, is delivering some medication from the vets where she works, to her neighbour Glyn Phillips. He is  alarmed when a young boy walks across the paddock leading the pony which has just thrown his horsebreaker, Evan.

SNIPPET

“Huw—Huw my boy, what are you doing - hand the reins to me, son, gently now, don’t startle her.”

(Working Cover)

“But Dad, she’s not dangerous, she won’t hurt me.” So saying the boy walked straight past him toward the paddock gate, the mare followed him through, walking quietly behind him like a gentle children’s pony, instead of the raging little demon who had just bucked off the most experienced horse breaker Glyn had ever known.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes in exasperation -

stubborn as his mother.” For a moment he’d almost forgotten his visitor, he glanced toward her and then nodded in the direction of the stables with a wry smile.

“I’m sorry,” he said, reluctant to appear discourteous, but desperate to make sure the boy didn’t get injured, “I’d better go and make sure he’s all right with that pony."

“Of course I’ll be on my way then, goodnight, Mr Phillips.”

she said,  turning to cross the yard back to her vehicle, with a quick wave of her hand. 

Glyn sprinted toward the stables, he needed to make sure Huw didn’t get hurt by that wretched pony. At the same time he cursed himself for his abrupt dismissal of Megan Johnson; poor woman, she must think he was completely neurotic, but Huw was his only son, after all, and he couldn’t help being protective.

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