Weekend Writing Warriors is a blog hop. The object is to write eight sentences from your writing, published or unpublished, for the other participants to critique (as well as anyone else who wants to comment of course). This is a snippet from my WIP, The Milk Carton Murders.
(A brief synopsis of the story and previous excerpts can be found here.)
Up to this point, Dave, a small town news reporter, thought he was on a routine assignment about storm cleanup at Wiscoy Creek. No one expected three coffins to dislodge from the embankment. Dave recognizes the picture on a milk carton piece as a girl from his childhood when his mom & dad served as foster parents. Italics below is the "voice" Dave hears in his head.
Dave stood there, frozen in memories. It couldn't be Sally. His father said she had been placed elsewhere by the child services people.
That's what daddy Hal said, Davy. I wonder what the hell he really meant by placed elsewhere, don't you?
No time now for inner psycho babble. Dave popped the memory card out of his camera and put in a new one. If the sheriff wanted his pictures, he could have them, but he wasn’t getting everything. Dave wanted some close-ups of Sally―if it was Sally. Poising to steady himself, he snapped the shutter.
The link to the other Weekend Writing Warriors is here.