Sneak preview! This is just a wee excerpt of one of my main character Shelley’s tangents. The book is written from her perspective, so this happens a lot, and she worries, a lot.*
Shelley is a superhero and in this scene, well, her superteam ain’t doing so hot.
So there we were: trapped and in deadly peril. I hoped Jordan’s back up would arrive soon. I wondered if I’d put on clean underwear under my costume. I actually couldn’t remember, I might have just left yesterday’s on from last night. Which would mean that I had been wearing the same undies for like, 48 hours. Gross.
My Mum would be so disappointed in me if I died in old knickers.
What was it about that anyway? Why does it matter if you have clean underwear on when you die? You still end up dead. Okay so the Emergency Services people might, maybe think you were a slob if they were stripping your body and somehow realised that the underwear you had on wasn’t freshly laundered that day, but so what? You were, by that stage, kind of past caring about it. I mean, I don’t know what happens when you die, maybe you move on to your final reward or maybe you just stop altogether but I highly doubt that you are hanging around in spectral form worrying about what the paramedics think of the state of your undergarments.
This is what I was thinking as I was threatened with death by vampire bite. There really is something wrong with me.
So, hope you liked it!
*Note to self, EFT tap on ‘Even though I have a worst case scenario brain….’! OMG do it now.
ETA: I just wrote another 11 pages of new stuff and am keen to keep going. Go the EFT! I also spread the EFT mania to my extended family. (Mother in law and sister in law)