So there was that one time in Iowa…

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You see I moonlight as the editor of an interior design magazine, which takes me all over the country for various reasons. This month, it’s to our headquarters in Cedar Rapids, IA for our yearly sales meeting.

While enroute here earlier in the week, I tweeted about how a good bulk of my fiction is written while I’m sweating it out on airplanes to these places. Funny how my day job in the end has afforded me the time to chase my dream job.

But anyway, as we tinkered along in a tiny little plane (tiny in my brain) over farmland, I thought how odd it was that I ended up diving into His & Hers on my way here, rather than my other novel, which has yet to be titled. That one focuses on a couple who moves out to small town rural in the hopes of an easier life, and the havoc it wreaks on their marriage.

Go fig.

Anyway, I think I’ve worked up a good opening scene that I’d love to get some feedback on. Leave it in the comments below!

Thanks and happy reading Smilie: :)

“Are you Mr…”

That’s all I heard. The rest turned into a muffled blur.

I glanced to my left as they escorted me down my front walkway in handcuffs.

I watched my neighbor Joe’s face go from confusion to shock as he started to water my driveway rather than his lawn when he turned to watch us go. I saw him mouth my name a few times but I heard nothing. It was all going in slow motion really.

I think I started to snap out of it once we got to the station. I remember sitting in a room for what seemed like forever waiting for “your lawyer.”

I don’t have a lawyer, I thought to myself. But apparently he was on his way.

Then Rowan appeared.

“Oh, it’s you,” I said in a daze.

He scoffed.

“Yea, it’s me. What the fuck is going on here?”

I took a deep breathe then let it out.

“I don’t know,” I answered, the weight of what just happened finally all coming down on my shoulders. I hung my head and started to shake it. “I don’t know,” I said again, this time with more conviction.

Ro had sat down and when I met his eyes I saw mostly fear, mixed with anger.

“I got a call about 15 minutes ago telling me to get down here, that you were in big trouble.”

“Who called you? They did?” I asked pointing outside.

“No, they wouldn’t identify themselves.”

I put my head down on my forearm. When I did I felt Ro grabbed the other, and I looked up, scared out of my mind.

“You need to tell me what has happened,” he said. “I cannot help you if you don’t.”

I opened my eyes, sat up straight, and lifted my chin. Then I started talking…

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