Jacqueline Brocker's Blog, page 23

Exhibition: Six Sentence Sunday

Continued from here She curls her finger around, so the flat of her nail runs smooths across his nape. He exhales, and seems to relax, as if anticipating that she'll stop. That makes her smirk. She turns the nail again, now so the point is pressed down, a tiny furrow forming in his skin as [...]

Exhibition: Six sentences again

Continued from here The attendant with her glasses on a chain stands next to the door with her arms folded, but her eyes are on the ceiling. A mother and daughter are pointing at a pomegranate painting, near identical matches in their pastel twin-set and pearls. A man in tweed with a long salty beard [...]

Exhibition: the next six sentences

Continued from here He gasps, and stumbles forward, only catching himself just in time before his face hits the glass beneath. Out of the corner of her eye she sees his fingers curl up, slowly, insect-like, now gripping the wood of the case below. Once more she grins, and swirls her finger tip up back [...]

Exhibition: Twelve new sentences

Since I missed yesterday, you get a double hit of sentences today! Continued from here The hair at the base of his skull meets in a point at the centre. He had it cut yesterday, and came back home smelling of water and air. Now she looks at the slender tip of the point, so [...]

Exhibition: Six further sentences

Continued from here By the time they have looked at all the cases on the walls, at least five people have come and gone from the room, all showing stern interest but not grasping what he does about the paintings. She smiles; they still have the upright cases in the centre to pour over. When [...]

Exhibition: Six more sentences

Continued from here. They move to the next case. Each painting is given several minutes. She doesn't have his concentration or ability to appreciate the artistry, the skill to know how to appreciate them the way he does. When she's had her fill of carnations and tullips, she watches him instead. Watches his lips, wet [...]

Six Sentence Sunday: Exhibition

He's up so close to the glass that his breath fogs a tiny patch; a spot of frost on the clear pane. She smiles at the focus of his gaze on the water colour displayed in the case, protected from his intensity and his undoubted desire to touch and feel the brush strokes. "These are [...]

Redouté at the Fitzwilliam

We leaned in close, or bent our heads over the display cases, eyes as close as we could to the glass so see the detail of the art work. The small gallery was quiet, reverent, only disrupted when some other museum visitors crashed through the doors with only the Vermeer exhibition in mind. They soon [...]

Fool's Gold available for purchase!

Well, folks, it's up! Stunningly I've already had one sale at Smashwords, and that was without any advertising at all. So if you're up for a sexy, mysterious, and a touch contemplative pirate tale, here it is, Fool's Gold. Blurb: When Anne Delahaye, captain of the pirate ship the Merriment, is lead to a chest [...]

Experiments in self-publishing

On this writing break (which I, er, cough, haven't quite managed to make a pure break, as I did do a wee bit of writing over the weekend – bad Jacqui…) part of the idea was to have a think about how I was getting my writing out in the world. So I thought I'd [...]