Effing Feline has itchy paws

Fart-Fueled Flying Feline, Effing for short, writes the Weekend Writing Warrior posts on Mr. V’s behalf

I, Effing Feline, feeling an overwhelming urge to use a scratching post.  Or better yet, the couch. Oh, yeah!

First I have to check whether Ed Hoornaert, aka Mr. Valentine, is watching. Although otherwise a great pet, he cruelly suppresses my scratching instincts.

Goodie! The coast is clear!

Real fast before I go: Here’s today’s snippet from Mr. V’s newest release, Alien Contact for Kid Sisters. While Quinn was healing in a Med Casket that helped him realize his top-most desires, Marianne discovered he isn’t a Royal Guardian, but a con man. Here’s how she reacts.

She pointed the pistol at him. “Stay right there.”

“Marianne, I love you.”

“For once in your sewage-infested life, stop lying.”

“I deserve that, yeah, but I’m a changed man. What do you think my top-most desire in life is?”

“I don’t know and I don’t give a damn—but I’m willing to bet it’s something that’ll help you out of this jam then be forgotten in five minutes.”

“It’s you,” Quinn said, and his eyes glowed as he again held out his arms to her.

Her rage melted around the edges and turned into tears that slipped down her cheeks, because even now, knowing the truth about him, she wanted to believe him, wanted … something. If he touched her, she would shatter.

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Gotta run! Gotta scratch!