A ‘Written Fireside’ story
A story passed around Harper Impulse author blogs, just like storytellers gathering around a fire, except our fire is virtual.
And yes, there’s a new story passing around, and I am slow on the up take this time, it’s already begun…
Here’s the teaser;
Part one by Lori Connelly
(The genius behind Written Fireside)
With an armful of heavy pine rounds, Beth Sullivan moved quickly through the doorway and across the room. She dropped her burden into the box next to the fireplace. Wind moaned in behind her when she straightened, chilling the room with its icy breath. On feet numbed from her short trip in knee-deep snow, she hobbled back over to close the door.
Beth noticed a shape by the barn as she started to shut the solid oak panel, and paused to stare. The figure of a person, so tall and broad that she assumed it was a man, leaned against the weathered building as though he needed support. With a dark fedora, a grey scarf covering most of his face and a long, black coat, he almost blended in with the overcast afternoon shadows.
A woman alone should act with prudence but something about the man told Beth he needed help. She called out but received no response. Troubled, she hurried to him.
“Will you help me?”
Although muffled, his voice sounded deep and melodic. It touched her in a way she couldn’t define. He tilted his head back and she noticed bright blue eyes above the scarf. Blood flowed down from a cut above his left eye.
Here’s the details;