Marly Youmans, author of the freshly-released novel A Death At The White Camellia Orphanage, tagged me on her lovely blog. Marly is a wonderful writer, and if you haven’t read her work, you should. As for the meme, I’m playing. Below is from my novel in progress, The Eight Mile Suspended Carnival.
Here are the meme rules:
- Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript
- Go to line 7
- Post on your blog the next 7 lines, or sentences, as they are – no cheating!
- Tag 7 other authors to do the same
Mim stopped herself telling Cleopatra anything about Beede. She wanted to hold him inside herself, alone, to hoard him, as long as she could. If she told of him, it would water down his essence. And there was something hungry about Cleopatra that made Mim not want to share Beede with her in particular. Tonight Cleopatra smelled sharp and musty, like she had been cooking remedies, or maybe she had been outside with a man, but Mim couldn’t separate the smells to divine which man, and Cleopatra never told when or if.
“Where did you come up with alabaster?” Cleopatra asked.
“Suspenders.” Mim wanted an answer.
So with no intention to annoy, I’m tagging seven friends who write…