Sneak Peek

Usually when the front door opens at this time of year, the cold sneaks through the entry and lingers at the kitchen entrance like a vagrant outside a downtown shop. This time, the bum carried a sullen mood, and Nonna braced for Gabby to follow. On cue, a long fushia wool coat with its brown mink collar and matching mink pillbox hat turned the corner. The mood didn’t have a chance. Gabby jumped back and shrieked in an unearthly pitch and volume otherwise unthinkable for her slight form in dressmaker clothes. Her expression, contorted, and the scream, more biological than emotional, rooted down through Nonna’s being and located a fright so primal it erupted through her intestines. She screamed back, and in an instant Gabby’s expression turned to recognition, which just caused her to yelled out again. This one sounded more familiar, more fear than terror. Instantly, Nonna regretted her decision to surprise the girls.

I had the choice to create for my blog or create for the novel. If Brian comes looking for a blog entry, he'll get it, but this definitely cheats. A paragraph that needs more time in the cooker, but I like its potential.