I can tell the difference between a mackerel and a man - from Flash Fiction Sunrise #amwriting

I'm multitasking. I've decided to start the rewrite of my flash fiction - Sunrise and get  it ready for publication under the Romantic Flashes series. Sunrise will probably be a 2 book series. 

 Also, I'm participating the the Ruby Slippered Sisterhood which in Jan and Feb holds a writing challenge to score 50 points. You set up how you will collect your points and then try to meet your challenge.
example - 1 point for attending yoga class (because an author has to stay healthy)
2 points for writing a chapter (3 points if it's over 5,000 - lol)
1 point for editing a chapter and putting it on blog 

What is a flash fiction? I belonged to a group that posted weekly prompts that were to inspire us. I added the personal challenge of using as many as I could in my weekly chapters. Some weren't suitable as this is a sweet romance story and some of the pictures or written prompts were on the "hot" side.


Link to Chapter 1

Link to Chapter 2

Chapter 3 - Sunrise.



Befuddlement filled Sian. She blinked and looked again. Somehow, a man was lying on her dock. Bleeding. Retreating from danger, she stepped backwards, unfortunately into the space between the dock and the water. She windmilled her arms in a desperate attempt to grab hold of air to keep from falling. The cool lake water enveloped her.Sputtering, Sian clamoured up the dock's edge, hitched a hip on the boards and wiped the water off her face. "What the…"Her gaze darted left, right and checked the sky. He was gone. But how? Glancing towards the cottage and along the shoreline, she scratched the back of her head. I'm sure I saw blood. He's injured. So he couldn't have run far. "Hello? Are you still here?"The chirp of a bird was the only response. Maybe I dreamed it. Haven't had my morning coffee, yet. Sian rose and hurried to her cottage. After getting the coffee pot percolating, she slipped two slices of gluten-free bread into the toaster.When they popped, Sian slathered them in butter and drizzled on honey. She took a large bite. I miss wheat. But I still have coffee. She filled her mug, took a French Vanilla sip then walked to the large window that overlooked the lake. Enjoying a calm moment, she munched on her toast while drinking her coffee. Drat, no sign of my hallucination. She chuckled. My sexy hallucination. Hmph, I see him for what? Two seconds? And I think he's hot. Speaking of hot, must get back to my work.Sian refilled her coffee mug and walked up the stairs to her loft office. She flipped open her laptop and opened her file Hmmm – Erotic Romance. Clicking on Cover, she took a few moments to gaze at the male model on the cover of her upcoming novel. Sculpted muscles, bronze tan and a six pack leading down to…a towel.His hair's too short. Sian slapped her hands on her desktop and announced to her monitor. "See, I'm not crazy. He was there on the dock. He had long hair and seemed to be built pretty much like this gorgeous hunk of daydreaminess."She rubbed her forehead. "Focus. I need to write another 2,500 words today." She hovered her fingers over the keys, but her gaze wandered out the window and rested on the dock.Should I call the cops? What if he's an escaped criminal? Oh, don't be silly. Focus. She glanced down at her keyboard.His cheek was bleeding and I think there was blood on his arm or maybe his back. What if he'd been shot trying to escape? I should call the police. And tell them what? A man appeared and disappeared on my dock. Hmph. They're gonna want to know what I was smoking this morning.A shadow of a movement caught her attention. OMG! A shiver slithered down her spine. He's still out there. She reached for her cell and pressed 911. When a voice answered, Sian blurted out her concerns.Within a few moments the wail of a siren screeched. Sian smiled. There was an advantage to being a local celebrity and living in a small town. The siren stopped and the sound of car doors slamming made Sian scurry downstairs to her back deck. "Officers. I'm so glad you're here."After Sian explained, they checked out the gazebo, boathouse, dock, garage and inside the cottage. Sian bit her bottom lip. What if he'd been inside the cottage? The officer wearing the Robertson name tag stepped forward and half nodded. "Well Ms. Newel, we've checked everywhere and there's no sign of anyone other than you.""But…"Officer Robertson held up his hand. "You said you were on the dock, early this morning, meditating. So you weren't completely focused. It coulda been a fish jumped up on the dock. You know, chasing his breakfast and got carried away. When you fell into the lake, he probably flopped off the dock and swam away.""The shadow you say you saw was probably a deer slipping back into the forest." The other officer shrugged.Sian did her best to paste a relieved smile on her face. "A fish. A deer. Oh how silly of me. I am so sorry." Yea right! I can tell the difference between a mackerel and a man."No problem, Ms. Newel. We're just glad it wasn't anything more serious. And the Captain asked me to thank you again for the generous donation to the Policemen's Fund." Officer Robertson smiled and tossed her a quick salute.Sian escorted the two officers to their cruiser. "My pleasure. You men do a good job protecting us."She stayed in her driveway and waved until the police car was no longer in sight. "Ok, Sian Newel, enough of this craziness. That book just isn't going to write itself." She marched upstairs to her loft, picked up her mug and took a sip. Ugh! Cold. How about a fresh cup and take my laptop onto the deck? And no excuses, 2,500 words or bust.Placing a fresh mug of hot coffee onto her patio table, she opened her laptop and tapped on the screen to retrieve her file. She rubbed her hands together. "Ok. Lance hasn't made love to Samantha in ten pages, so I have to get them together. They're sitting in a private booth at an exclusive restaurant. Yea, he could easily slide his hand up her leg. She could lick cocktail sauce off a tiger shrimp. Oh, yea, that'll work."As she placed her fingertips on her keyboard, her scream was muffled as a cold hand gripped the front of her throat and another covered her mouth.


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