Hi guys! In case you hadn't heard, our family just moved to a brand new town. And by town, I mean there's 350 people in the general area. I'm no longer a city gal, and I even have the compost bin and mosquito bites to prove it. Unfortunately, summer is coming to an end here in rural Alaska, and I saw the sun set at 2 am last night to herald its impending doom.
Now that we're moderately settled, I can finally jump back into WIPpet Wednesdays. I was away for longer than I hoped, but I'm working on Ko's story this week (this has become something of an on-again, off-again project), so here are 7 paragraphs in honor of the 7th month.
You've already met Ko's roommate Chun-Hee. This is the day Ko meets the director.
Ko stood close enough to hear Chun-Hee whisper, “Stand straight. Here he comes.”
The director was neither tall nor handsome, but his entrance instantly transformed the room. Spines stiffened. Heads jerked to attention. Hands ceased fidgeting and clenched themselves into fists. Ko’s jaw was tight. She wasn’t even sure she was supposed to breathe until the director gave the command. He clasped his hands behind his back, hands whose muscles were individually etched out across wide palms. Meaty fingers that could point and send men to their deaths. The director scrutinized each of the males in turn. He walked right past Ko and Chun-Hee and stopped in front of one of the tallest men, the only recruit who met the director’s glare.
“Name.” The director didn’t exactly growl the word, but goosebumps erupted on Ko’s arm. His voice wasn’t as low as she would have guessed, but it carried a force as mighty as the wave that swept Woong away so long ago. A voice that no coward dared defy. That only a fool would contradict.
“Tae.” Was that a smirk on the recruit’s face? Tae had broad shoulders and a tanned, slightly angular face. Ko glanced at Chun-Hee, but her roommate was too busy gawking.
“Something funny, boy?” the director demanded.
“No, sir.” When Tae spoke, one corner of his mouth curled up. “Just looking forward to practicing my moves.”
“I’d practice moves with him,” Chun-Hee whispered.
Random Fact: Gas costs $3.95 a gallon up here. Needless to say, we're going to limit our driving.
Blog Love: Huge thanks to K L Schwengel for hosting the WIPpet Wednesday blog hop, where authors post snippets from their current Works In Progress.