Snippet Sunday – Who Was She Really?

It’s time for Snippet Sunday. With all the fires blowing smoke into the air, we’ve had to stay indoors a lot more. It’s almost worse with the pandemic because there’s nowhere we can go. There’s an app you can check out that allows you to know the air quality of your area. It’s called Purple Air and it’s been very useful for us to know when we can go outside.

In happier news, I started writing a serial email story once a week back in 2000. In 2015, I published the first section of this tale, The Ivory Road: A Walk in the Sand, as a re-edited story. It’s the first story in a serial set of four. I’m working on #3 now.

I’m showcasing A WALK IN THE SAND and it’s already out where you can grab a copy. It’s only in ebook until I get the other two sections done. In this snippet, Iliana is contemplating where things are going now that she’s found herself in a different world – and they can rest for a few hours despite the army chasing them.

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Iliana’s mind turned to the events changing her solo trip across White Sands into a group trip across the Karobis Desert. Aristotle told her they’d be in a place called Sandur in another day, and in another place called Ros Torach two days after that. Ros Torach apparently perched on the coast of the continent in the country of Torhaine. From there, the group would go their separate ways.

Which leaves me where, exactly? She had no idea what she’d do, and she hadn’t shared her concerns with her reluctant companions. Not that she could tell them she didn’t belong to this world. Yeah, that would go over well. She wanted to get back to her life and the filming she’d agreed to do in Australia. She didn’t know how she’d gotten here, but she understood this place had no relation to her own world. Brandon Crowe was simply Brandon Crowe, not Taggart Crowe playing some sort of strange game.

Aristotle’s words came back to her. You can’t come to a new dimension unless the current version of you does not exist. Maybe Brandon was the local version of Taggart.

She sighed and brought her knees up to her chest as she nibbled on some dried fruit. My brain hurts. They hadn’t spoken much since leaving the first oasis ahead of the army. She didn’t blame Brandon. She hadn’t been inclined toward friendliness, either. She wasn’t normally such a bitch, but between being disoriented and scared, she’d reacted badly.

Not that he’d take my apology even if I gave it. Especially once she realized he’d been telling the truth about his name. Can’t say the same, can I? Who was she, really? Was she Ivory, the actress who had twenty Hollywood films under her belt, or was she Iliana, an adventurer across the Karobis Desert?
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Looks like soul searching is on the menu these days. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel.

Here’s the blurb for A WALK IN THE SAND: