Another point for my Ruby-Slippered Sisterhood total #FlashFiction #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.

And the author who was supposed to post on my blog today isn't available.

Link to Chapter 1

Link to Chapter 2

Link to Chapter 3

Chapter 4


J'dol dismissed the scent of summerberries drifting from her hair as he leaned close. His mouth hovered next to her ear. "Who are you and where the hell am I?""I ct t wt o hng m?" Sian slapped her hand on the table top. Her fingers nudged her coffee mug. She grabbed it and threw it over her head."Hey!" J'dol released his grip and jumped back as hot liquid streamed down his face.Sian shoved back her chair and spun around to face him. "How the hell am I supposed to answer your questions, when your hand is over my mouth?"If eyes could throw flames, J'dol knew he would be burnt alive. She reminded him of his sister when she was angry. A pang of loss stabbed his heart. Using his sleeve, he wiped his face."And just who the hell are you, sneaking up and grabbing me. I should call the cops." She turned slightly to look for her cell.J'dol grabbed her wrist. Sian twisted her arm and pulled back, breaking his grip. She swung her left arm, but he raised his and blocked her strike. She tried to kick, but was hampered by the chair. He jumped aside then retaliated by lunging forwards and tackling her to the deck. She struggled for a few moments until he straddled her and pressed her flat with his hands holding her arms on the boards.Looking down at Sian, he watched her pupils dilate as she scanned his face. A sudden urge to kiss the feisty woman tickled the back of his mind. "I said, who are you and where the hell am I?""I won't talk with you holding me this tight.""That does not answer my question.""Sian. My name is Sian and who the hell are you?"J'dol." He leaned back on his haunches releasing his pressure on her arms. He glanced around the deck and back towards the cottage. "Where is your man?"She rubbed her wrists. "I don’t have a man."He raised an eyebrow. "A woman lives alone? That is not safe."She matched his facial expression. "Excuse me?"J'dol stood and offered a hand to help her stand. "Who protects you?" His eyes closed as dizziness flooded his brain. He stumbled into the side of the table."You're hurt."He gripped the edge of the table and shook his head. The jolt of energy had worn off. The pain of his wounds and his loss poured back into his mind. "Where am I? Where is Orondonto? My village. It should be…" He waved his arm. "It should be here.""Sit." Sian pointed to a deck chair.He wrapped his fingers around her small forearm. The scent of summerberries filled his nostrils. Focus. Ignore her. Ignore her beauty. "Where is my village? I must find it. I must bury—" A sob tried to escape his lips, but he swallowed it back."Sit!" Sian's gaze flashed anger.  "You are hurt. You're bleeding."J'dol's knees buckled and he plopped onto the chair.She raised both hands in front of him. "Stay there. Don't disappear again. I'm going to get the First Aid kit. I'll be right back."He watched as she scurried into her home. She was a beautiful woman. Were it not that his heart was filled with loss and anger, he could woo her. Bringing his mind back from fantasy to reality, J'dol glanced about. A very large home, in perfect condition, stood where the charred shell of the bakery had been moments before. No destruction was visible. Instead large white flowers with sun-yellow centres decorated the land. On the table, several were in a tall mug with a yellow ribbon wrapped around the outside.Nothing made sense. The air was fresh. No putrid scent of burnt flesh revolted his senses. The sky was a brilliant blue. No storm. Birds sang happy songs. This was all wrong. Where was he?Sian startled him from his thoughts as she dragged a chair closer and sat. She placed a white box on the table and opened it. Medical supplies filled it. "Let's clean the wound on your cheek first." She released a soft snort. "The cop tried to convince me you were a fish. Fish, my ass!"J'dol sat patiently through her efforts to cleanse his wound. She pointed to his arm. "Can you pull your arm out of the sleeve, so I can...uh…see…the injury."A soft blush covered her cheeks. J'dol wondered if she was feeling as ill as he was?He reached his arms across his body to pull his shirt over his head, but yelped in pain.Sian jumped, leaned closer and pulled apart the tear in his sleeve. "Oh. I think wrestling with me, made you shove the…wood…further into your arm."J'dol peered at his wound. The gash dribbled blood and a large piece of charred wood bit into his flesh. The throb in his arm was nothing compared to his back and leg."What happened?" Her voice was soft and relaxing to his ears."They attacked. They destroyed my village. Killed everyone. Killed…Odine." He lowered his head and squeezed his eyes shut."Let's go inside. You can lie on the couch and I can get a better look at that."J'dol opened his eyes and saw her hand before him, held out, offering to help him stand.He wanted to grasp her hand. Feel the comfort of her warm flesh. But he had no right. He was a warrior. He had to avenge his village. He pushed up off his chair. His head spun. Conceding to needing assistance, he followed her into her home.He stepped into the living room and recoiled against the door frame. On the wall was a large painting of a tall, greyish teal, slender woman, with elongated, pointy ears. She wore a tight silver breast plate and flowing green skirt. Large earrings adorned her ears. By her clothes, J'dol recognized her as royalty. The enemy.He turned and growled. "You are one of them."


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