After an agonisingly slow, one-step-forward-two-step-back start to editing, Peeling Layers (working title of Lizzy & Michael I) is, at last, progressing.
It’s a long way from finished. At the time of writing this post, I was editing page 28. But, like a traveller mapping her route to a destination, or a puzzle enthusiast trying to work out how each of the many little pieces should connect, I have a rough idea on how one section should transition to the next.
So this is a little of what I’ve been working on; part of the opening excerpt of Peeling Layers. Enjoy!
Her heart jumped to her throat as her fingers scratched slick, solid flesh half-way through her sixth lap. As if this wasn’t surprising enough, two more sixteen-year-old boys jumped into the pool, taking a firm hold of each of her arm.
“Hey! Let go!” Lizzy snarled, twisting her arms this way and that.
“You think you own the pool, Hartley?” Gordon asked, assuming a menacing stance as he moved forward.
Lizzy pursed her lips and swallowed. Truth be told, had she known that Gordon and his two sidekicks would like the sole use of the pool, she would have gladly stayed out of the way.
She yelped as Gordon grabbed a handful of her damp hair on her nape and tilted her head back.
“Gordon…” She whimpered. “What is your problem?”
Gordon made a derisive noise on the back of his throat, his green-gray eyes narrowing disapprovingly.
“Half-breed,” he growled. “You don’t deserve to be here. People like you should never be allowed to mix with people like us. And you’re certainly not good enough to befriend someone like him!”
Her eyes shifted to the direction where Gordon had just jerked his head towards, catching a glimpse of thick brown hair, bopping along the neatly trimmed hedge covering the other side of the pool gate.
Before she could find her voice, she felt the water from her waist below rippled violently like a tidal wave. Dimly, she realised that the wall of the pool was coming close to her sight at an incredibly fast speed.
Then, everything became very dark.