Guillan pulls in his fleshy lips and chews them, his leather-gloved hand up to cover it. Did he intend the impression of thinking? Aye, Arvina knows what he’s thinking. He’s wondering what to do with this parcel of worms. He’s more than a little afraid of her and her mother.
“The stolen nun’s daughter,” he says with exaggerated disgust.
Arvina says nothing, waiting for him to declare his intent. He’s not come this distance simply to pass the time of day. There’s been no introductions, no polite ‘you’re welcome to stay’.
91 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Intent
crispina kemp 
Nicely done Crispina. You do come up with such interesting stories
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Thank you, Sadje. This is part of a story I hope to publish either later this year or early next year 🙂
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You’re very welcome.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Snippet of a book you’re writing?
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It’s already written, at least through to a 2nd draft. I posted it as a serial on here back in 2017. Now I’m editing, updating, with intention of it being the next to publish. It’s a time-slip fantasy
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Ahhhh. It felt like it was part of something. And good for you!
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Slow going cos of my defective arm. And now the right wrist has RSI cos of overuse in compensating! Grrrrr
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That’s too bad. I now have a defective shoulder and defective leg. I pulled a tendon in my butt and am on “No run, no long walks” regime. Sigh.
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