November 27, 2016
I hope everyone
survived the crazy sales if you ventured out. Me? I stay home and avoid the
insane traffic, surly moods, and disappointment. LOL
Thoroughly enjoyed
the premiere of The Librarians. I
love this show. The Walking Dead had
a solid episode. Love the interactions with the Hilltop people and Maggie and
Sasha are terrific.
Gotham is truly coming into its own this season. I'm thrilled the show finally
found it footing.
I'm so excited for
the crossover episodes with Supergirl,
The Flash, Arrow, and Legends of
Tomorrow. It's going to be a fun week!
I started my Great
Holiday Show Binge Watch. JAG started
the marathon and Doctor Who is up
next.
That's it for
television this week. Tonight's post is from Domino Effect, a novella that started as something of an experiment
in storytelling. I'm hoping to show how much two people can affect each other in
positive and negative ways.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Every action Frank and
Katya take pushes a reaction out of the other. And like dominos, one barrier
crashes into the next until nothing is left but a tangle of emotions they have
to deal with.
And a sneaky peek…
"What the hell is your
problem?"
"I blew up a civilian
ship."
"We blew it up."
"I fired first."
"What? You wanna cigar for
that?" Her voice dropped low, her tone clipped. "The ship was empty,
Frank."
"We don't know that." He
heaved a sigh. "And I knew you wouldn't understand."
He turned to walk away. Her hand
grabbed his arm.
"Look. Let's go look at the
gun camera footage and put this to rest once and for all." She reached
into the side pocket on her cargo pants and produced a bottle of vodka.
"Empty or not, we'll raise a glass to them."
Oh, she understood all right.
More than he knew. Guilt could eat a person up, swallow them whole and spit 'em
back out. She absolutely did understand.
Her sins could fill a spaceport.
But Frank would take on an entire galaxy to right his perceived wrongs. Katya
wouldn't let him wallow in "what it" this time.
Grabbing his arm, she dragged him
to the viewing room. She queued up the mission and settled down beside him.
Checking under the seat, she found the bottle of alcohol stashed by one of the
other pilots. She waited until the footage looped to their takedown of the
ship.
Once the explosion cleared and
debris hurtled through space, Katya passed Frank the bottle. "You know we
couldn't risk that ship getting through, right?" The late arrival, the
radiological alarm, the lack of contact after the initial logging in… too many
variables to let sentiment rule the day.
Frank downed several gulps of the
clear liquid then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Doesn't it
bother you?" He held the bottle between his fingers, swirling the
contents.
Katya answered with honesty.
"Not as much as losing the entire fleet would." Brutal, but true.
Frank met her gaze. "Does
believing that help you sleep at night?" A skeptical brow lifted.
Vodka helped her sleep more than pretty
platitudes about losing a few to save many, but she'd never admit the guilt
sometimes ate her alive. And Frank would think less of her if he discovered how
much she relied on the crutch of inebriation to numb the reality of what they'd
done.
She held his gaze and threaded
their fingers together. "Yeah, it does, Frank." She checked one more
sin checked into her ever growing spaceport.
But the squeeze of his hand on
hers lessened the impact of the small lie.
I'm having a
wonderful time writing out the scenarios that bring Frank and Katya together.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flip.
ML Skye