Today, let’s post excerpts from our WIPs. It can be one you’re just starting, finishing, or editing.
Here is mine from the second book of my next series. The working name is Dotty.
They resumed ambling on the side of the path. Suddenly there was a commotion and a shout from behind. Dotty turned. A small dog had grabbed the tassel on a man’s boot and was backing up growling with its tail wagging trying to shake its prize. Foolishly, the man kept kicking out at the dog, making the animal think he was playing.
She put a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling, yet when he lifted his cane to strike the poor little thing, she rushed forward. “Here now, sir! What do you think you’re doing?” She bent to the dog who turned out to nothing more than a puppy. Turning to the man, she narrowed her eyes and scowled. “Shame on you.”
Dotty worked on releasing the tassel from the puppy’s grip, but each time the man shook his leg, trying to get the animal off, the puppy held on harder, growling and shaking his head. “Stop moving. Are you so stupid you cannot see the dog thinks you are trying to play?”
“Get him off me.” The man’s high voice made him appear frightened. “Someone will pay for this. Is he your beast?”
Determined ignore him, she counted to ten, took a breath, and finally managed to release the gold bobble from the puppy’s sharp teeth. “There now.” She picked up the dog and stroked its wiry fur. “Where is your master?”
Two school aged boys came running up. “Oh, miss. Thank you so much. We’ve been looking for Bennie all over. He got away from us.”
By this time Bennie was snapping at the ribbons of her bonnet. Dotty laughed as she tried to free them. “Here now. Those are not for you either.” She saved the ribbons and handed the dog to one of the boys.
“We’ll pay you for the damage, miss.”
“It’s no bother.” She smiled at both of them. “Use the money to buy a lead. That will keep Bennie from running away.”
“He’s only twelve weeks old,” the other boy said proudly. “We didn’t think he could run so fast.”
“Or so far,” added the other.
“Thank you,” they both said in unison.
Ah, well. Puppies would be puppies and boys would be boys. “Run along now, and keep Bennie out of trouble.”
“Wait just a minute,” the man with the tassels growled. “You owe me compensation. Your vicious beast ruined my boots.”
“Stuff and nonsense.” Dotty closed her eyes for a moment before addressing the man. Using her firmest tone, she said, “It was entirely your fault. If you had acted like a sensible person and just picked the poor puppy up, your boots would not have suffered any damage.”
Now it’s your turn.