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Ahhh, it’s one of my favorite days…the first Wednesday of the month, when I share a little bit of what I’m writing, and I invite you to do the same in the comments section. It’s okay if it’s rough — that’s the “in progress” part! We don’t critique each other’s work, though a kind word is always welcome! PG-13 is okay, but nothing too hot or too horrifying, please.

Today I’m sharing another scene from The Equinox Stone, a sequel to my upcoming release I shared a scene where he got his memories back.

 

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Nic answered the door in a tee shirt, sweat pants, and bare feet. His eyebrows raised when he saw Tristan. “Salaam. What’s up?”

“I remember everything.”

“Seriously?” Nic gave a wondering half-laugh. “Come on in.” He shut the door behind Tristan and pulled him in for a quick hug. “Sit down, have a drink.”

Tristan had already had two beers, but he didn’t object. Once when he’d refused a drink, Nic had seemed mildly offended. Besides, the alcohol did help with the shock of getting his memories back, even if Dr. Holst probably wouldn’t have prescribed it.

Nic’s quarters were small: just a bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchenette. Tristan sat down in the only chair. Nic took a green bottle of soju out of the fridge and swirled it in one hand, creating a little tornado of the vodka-like liquor inside. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. It’s been weird.”

“I’ll bet.” Nic handed Tristan a small glass, filled it, and then poured another one for himself. Tristan recalled Nic saying that in South Korea, no one poured his own drink, but Manus Sancti didn’t observe that point of etiquette, even in the guarída in Seoul. Nic sat down on the edge of the bed and clinked his glass against Tristan’s. “Salud.”

Tristan downed the shot with him. He’d never really liked the stuff: to him it tasted more or less like rubbing alcohol, with a bitter finish. As Nic refilled his glass, Tristan flashed back to being with him at a karaoke bar. The memory of the place, the blaring music and the neon lights, superimposed itself over Nic’s room.

“What is it?” Nic asked.

Tristan realized he was staring into space and blinked. “Nothing. I was remembering we had this in Vegas.” His memories were still strangely vivid, but at least now they weren’t overwhelming him.

Nic smiled. “Oh, yeah. I went home with that waitress, and you hooked up with that blonde from the bachelorette party.”

Tristan looked at the name on the label. “Chum-churum, what’s that mean?”

“It’s Korean for ‘like the first time.’ Not my favorite brand, but hey.”

Like the first time. That’s how everything had been, until a couple of hours ago. And it was strange to think that everything happening now, everything he could sense—the shadows in the room, the sound of Nic’s voice and the words that he said, the feel of the padded leather armrest and the gleam of the green bottle—all of these would be lodged in his memory, though probably deep in his subconscious.

Nic asked, “So Dr. Holst cured you immediately?”

“I don’t know if it was just the meds.” He told Nic about being on the beach, not glossing over any of the details this time.

“Wow,” Nic said. “Was that the first time you kissed Val?”

“No. We, uh…” He tried to think of how to put it.

Nic’s jaw sagged in disbelief–and maybe disapproval. “You didn’t.”

“No!” He sighed. “Kind of.”

“Shit. I mean, as soon as you forgot everything, you were really into her, but I didn’t think she’d go for it. No offense.”

“She, uh…She said she had a crush on me for a long time. Years.”

“Huh. Wouldn’t think you’d be her type.” This irritated Tristan, which was ridiculous, considering the most rational part of his brain agreed. “What are you going to do now?”

Good question. “Leave her alone, I guess.”

“Probably a good idea. A girl like her needs someone serious.”

Tristan reminded himself that Nic wasn’t trying to twist the invisible knife in his gut.

 

WIP Wednesday Bryn Donovan Manus Sancti The Equinox Stone

 

To write that scene, I bought a bottle of soju, since I’d never had it before. I can’t say that I drank much of it, though. Another brand of soju, Jinro, is the one of the most popular liquors in the world, though it’s not very big here in the U.S.

Go ahead and share an excerpt of your work in progress in the comments! Or if you’d rather not, just tell us how your writing’s going. Thanks for stopping by, and have a great writing month!

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