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Hi folks, I'm continuing snippets from the draft of my current 'work in progress' unpublished novel, a fantasy 'The Matchmaker's Mare' which takes place in Wales.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.  


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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!) 
Summary: Megan, new to the village, is delivering some medication to her neighbour, and finds him having a problem with a pony his employee, Evan, was trying to ride.

           He sighed deeply, “ I’m sorry, I’m keeping you, you’ll be wanting to get back home, I’m sure.”

            “Oh, it’s all right, I wasn’t in any hurry.” 

            No, she wasn’t in any hurry, in fact, she wouldn’t have minded listening to Glyn Phillips’ lyrical Welsh accent all evening. He probably wouldn’t appreciate her taking up his time chatting though, when he had a recalcitrant pony to catch and unsaddle, and most likely numerous other jobs needing to be done. All at once he stared past her to the paddock with a startled exclamation.

            “What the…?” his face darkened, his former friendly expression changed to one of horror—fear even. He leapt over the fence with the agility of a young steeplechaser and Megan gasped as she realised what had caused the sudden change in him. 

A young boy, who could not have been older than about eight or nine years old, had ducked under the fence on the other side of the paddock. He walked calmly  toward the gate, leading the chestnut pony with the air of one who knew exactly what he was doing.

             The mare’s ears twitched contentedly to and fro, as she walked calmly beside him, although Megan thought she saw something suspiciously like a gleam in the pony's large, dark eyes.

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#WeekendWritingWarriors #SnippetSunday - The Matchmaker's mare - Evan is not amused!.

Hi folks, I'm continuing snippets from the draft of my current 'work in progress' a fantasy novel '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. 

(This is only a rough draft to give the gist of the novel, and is subject to change and edits - and improvement on the wonky punctuation needed  to adhere to the ten sentence rule!)

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

Weekend Writing Warriors   

Eight Sentence Sunday

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SNIPPET

(Summary: Megan, new to the village, is delivering some medication to her neighbour, and finds him having a problem with a pony his employee, Evan, was trying to ride.  This is a few sentences on from last week's snippet)

A very rough working cover

“You sure you’re okay Evan,” the horse dealer’s voice held a note of concern.

“I’ll live,” the other man growled, “there’s not many horses get the better of me, I can tell you.”

Evan held the gate for the man to walk through, as Evan slapped the mud from his clothes. 

“Little devil,”he said, adding a few more choice swear words, “I’m bloody sure she chose the most churned up patch in the ring on purpose.” He glanced across at Megan, “Sorry Miss, the little bugger—I mean beggar—got my goat she did, indeed.”

Megan grinned at him to show she hadn’t taken offence—She'd actually heard much worse if truth be told.

“Well, you’d better go up to the house and get cleaned up while I attend to our visitor here,” Evan nodded to his boss, and turned toward the rambling, ivy-covered farmhouse.

  

Thank you, Miss Johnson,” Glyn said over his shoulder, as he slammed the gate shut and the corners of his eyes crinkled in a manner she found fascinating, “as you say, it will save me a trip in the morning.”

“It’s not a problem, she said, smiling back, “this place is on my way home as it happens.” She looked across to the paddock where the mare, still wearing her saddle and bridle, stood happily cropping the grass like a quiet riding school pony, “you seem to have something of a problem there though.”

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#WeekendWritingWarriors #SnippetSunday - The Matchmaker's mare, continued...

Hi folks, I'm continuing snippets from the draft of my current 'work in progress' a fantasy novel '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. 

(This is only a rough draft to give the gist of the novel, and is subject to change and edits - and improvement on the wonky punctuation neede to adhere to the ten sentence rule!)

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

Weekend Writing Warriors   

Eight Sentence Sunday

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SNIPPET

Megan parked up and walked across the yard, just in time to see the pony’s wild display of temperament, and cringed inwardly, wondering why anyone would voluntarily work with such dangerous animals.

A dark-haired man who looked to be in his early thirties, leaned over the gate of the schooling paddock. He turned his head toward her as she approached, and smiled, and she took in twinkling brown eyes like liquid brown chocolate, under a shock of dark, wavy hair and a tanned, good looking face. That was something of an understatement -  the man was gorgeous!

 “Mr Phillips? I’m from the vet’s. I was just passing, so I thought I’d drop this prescription in for you, save you having to pick it up in the morning,” she said,  trying to draw her attention away from those eyes, and handing him the package.

He tucked it into his pocket and took the hand she  proffered, in a firm handshake. “That’s very kind of you, thank you, my old dog will be grateful if this helps ease his arthritis.” He straightened up and looked back toward the schooling ring. “Excuse me just one moment, I just need to make sure Evan’s all right.”

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