Weekend Writing Warriors #16!

Greetings, friends! Welcome to the madness! Today I'm sharing something completely different again. It's a story I wrote called 'All Action, No Talk', which will be featured in the Wedding Day Collection releasing the week of June 9th! Let me tell you how it all came to be. One day I got this crazy idea in my head. I thought, hey, Evelyn, why don't you write a story about a mime and a clown? Then I laughed at myself, because I think I'm pretty funny and stuff. But then I stopped laughing because OMG, this was a brilliant idea! So I found a scrap piece of paper and started jotting down all the bits of plot and dialogue that were floating and bouncing and cartwheeling in my head. And then I pitched my kooky idea, including stick figure art, to the collection editor and instead of shipping me off to the loony bin, she actually LIKED the idea. She liked it so much she decided to give me a spot in the collection! *happy dances* :D

It's not a dirty story. Shocking, I know. It's actually a beautiful love story of two circus freaks...Oh, hell, just read the blurb. 

Alice Moore is a clown . . . in love with a mime.

Her parents have never approved of her circus-oriented lifestyle and in effort to deter her from wasting her life clowning around, they set her up with family friend, Grant Humphrey. A practical man. A businessman. And the last man on earth she wants to marry, but here she is, marching down the aisle toward him.

Alex Holiday is a mime . . . in love with a clown.

He’s silently followed Alice from venue to venue on the circus circuit, working alongside her, worshiping her in secret. He’s never been able to tell her how he feels . . . until now. When he catches wind of the upcoming wedding, he vows to put a stop to it. But will his objection be too late?

And I have cover art to share! 

And now, my eight sentences....

He looked nothing and everything like the man she’d grown to love, all put together in a suit and tie, shy and vulnerable and beautiful.

“You’re here.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and she hated that more than the idiotic statement itself.

He nodded and his grin deepened, sharpening the lines that bracketed his mouth, lines that told the tale of a thousand soundless stories.

She closed the distance between them but stopped just shy of launching herself at him. Probably not the best thing for an almost-married woman to be doing with a man that she wasn’t almost-marrying but wished to heaven she was.

“You look…different,” she said, chuckling. Her hand reached out of its own volition and touched the lightweight wool of his jacket.

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