Sunday Snippet: Seize the Day

April is starting off with a bang. We've had seven days of volatile weather. Thunderstorms, tornadoes, flooding, and another big drop in temperature with snow flurries. I thought for a while we might end up with a blizzardnado—complete with sharks. If you know you know. It's that time of year where keeping warm-weather clothes beside arctic gear isn't a bad idea.

 

Due to the crazy weather, I didn't get a lot of viewing in this week. I also had a full plate plus dessert of work projects. I'm very happy to have multiple things to occupy my time!

 

I did get another episode of My Life Is Murder in and loved getting to see Madison strut her stuff undercover. I'm going to miss this show when I'm finished watching.

 

Caught Midsomer Murder's final episode for this season. Enjoyed the mystery. I'm a little disappointed that it feels like the characters don't know much about each other. Winter has been with Barnaby for quite some time now and it seems like the interactions they've had in the past are quickly forgotten. Really the only thing that kind of irritates me about British mystery shows.

 

Finished up the second half of Silent Witness. I think I'm going to like the new guys. I really enjoy Jack and Nikki together. The case was very confusing, but I ended up liking how things turned out.

 

Watched another episode of Death in Paradise. It's almost the end of Humphrey's run and I'm kind of excited to finish up and start Jack's journey. And also pick up with Humphrey and Martha back in England.

 

Enjoyed an episode of Elementary. Kind of fun to see some of Joan's old life collide with her new one. Not super thrilled that her friends thought she needed an intervention, but at least they came around by the end.

 

That's it for the life update this week. I'm hoping to get back on track this week, barring any weird and wild weather.

 

Tonight's post is from Seize the Day, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.

 

Here's the miniblurb:

 

When Pixie Ross almost dies after a hit-and-run accident, she wakes up with two prevailing thoughts. Life is short and she's done playing the field. The man of her dreams has been standing at her side for ages—her best friend Kemp MacGuiness. Now she has to convince him she's serious after years of keeping him at arm's length.

 

And a snippety peek…

 

Pixie Ross ran out of the library and trip-walked down the steps. "I gotta stop losing track of time." She wouldn't have a moment to spare to get to her shift at the tearoom unless she cut across campus.

She stepped off the curb and started to cross the road, juggling her backpack and tote bag. The squeal of tires didn't register. Neither did the impact. Not until she landed several feet away on the street. Her head hit the rough surface with significant force.

She blinked and tried to get up. "Damn. I've been hit." Her vision swam, going gray about the edges.

Slumping to her side, she fought to stay conscious. "Gonna be late for work." The roar in her ears drowned everything else out.

She didn't hear a car screech to a halt. Or the running footsteps. Couldn't make out the words when someone grasped her shoulder and stopped her from trying to sit up. Garbled sounds accompanied concerned looks from the person in front of her. She blinked again, which actually hurt. Closing her eyes shouldn't be painful. The person holding her arm had their phone to their ear. Were they calling CampPo—the campus police? The gray got fuzzier and darker and the people surrounding her started swirling in a circle. Pixie tried to focus, to assess where she hurt the most.

But everything ached and burned and stung and throbbed. With a whoosh, pain hit hard, and the underwater echoing sounds suddenly took on a clearness that made her head pound from the commotion going on around her.

"Yes, we need an ambulance. No, she's not unconscious, but she's not responding to the questions you said to ask her."

Pixie wondered who wouldn't respond. Wait. Did they mean she didn't respond. What questions? No one asked her any questions.

Her head tilted to one side and a sharp stabbing zing shot through her. Her vision blurred to black, and everything went blessedly quiet for a moment.

Until the wail of sirens cut through the silence. After that, Pixie couldn't stay alert long enough to understand anything going on around her. She sank deep into the inky darkness of unconsciousness.

 

This one is barely started but I'm excited to see where the story goes. I love writing friends to lovers.

 

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

 

Skylin