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From one of my favorite publishing houses. If you love a good story and a good fantasy, you'll love this one. And remember to leave the author a review. The next book is due out soon. I'll post that link as soon as it is available.
Tanwen doesn't just tell stories--she weaves them into crystallized sculptures that sell for more than a few bits. But the only way to escape the control of her cruel mentor and claw her way from poverty is to set her sights on something grander: becoming Royal Storyteller to the king. Enjoy! ~Lori  Hello fellow fiction lovers. I am starting a new feature I call 'Short Story Saturday.' This is my first submission.
Enjoy! The Breakdown... ©Loretta Sinclair 2019 SinclairInkSpot.com It was a dark and stormy night. How cliché. But it is a dark and stormy night. Calli gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. She fought to keep control of the sliding car. Calli drove slow. Painfully slow. The windshield wipers were on full speed, and still she could barely see. The harsh wind was blowing the snow sideways making vision nearly impossible. White out conditions. Now she knew what that meant. I have no idea where I am. No gas stations, businesses, or even a house for that matter. How far have I come? Taking that short cut in a storm was an incredibly bad idea. I’ll have to thank Jake for that when I see him. He’ll just say it wasn’t storming when he gave me the directions. He’d be right. It was my decision to take this back-country road. USE CAUTION ON BRIDGE IN ICY CONDITIONS She focused hard to try and see the landscape, but all she could see was white. Bang! Her heart jumped up her throat. Thud. Flop, flop, flop. Calli slid the car over to what she hoped was the side of the road. She cracked the door open and peered at the rear tire. Flat as a pancake. Great, now what am I going to do? She slammed her car door and sat staring at the dashboard. Walking—out of the question. So was changing the tire. She wouldn’t even attempt that in good weather. Especially not in a blizzard. Freezing hands and a frozen brain made the decision for her. I’m staying right here. She checked the gas gauge. Less than 1/8 tank. Better conserve as much as I can. She shut off the engine and the headlights, hitting the button for the flashers. She grabbed her cell phone. NO SERVICE. Great. How long will I have to sit here before they find my frozen body? Calli slumped in the seat and closed her eyes. Could this get any worse? ◊◊◊ The flash of headlights in her back windshield startled her awake. She was still freezing, her breath making frost inside her car. There was no one else on the road. The vehicle behind her car turned off its lights and engine. A well bundled man got out and walked toward her. Uh-oh. What do I do? A sense of panic began to rise in her. Like a match igniting in her stomach, her panic flared to life within her, growing and building up her chest and throat, it intensified as he got closer. The man had what looked like a week’s worth of whiskers, and wild uncombed hair. He had military fatigues on, and a large bulky bombers jacket, zipped up all the way. She could not see if anything was underneath. He stopped to check out the tire, then stepped forward and tapped on her window. “Need some help ma’am.” She could barely hear with the wind still whipping around. Fear won out. “No thank you,” she responded. “Do you have anyone with you?” He put his face right next to the window, peering inside. Why would he ask me that? He wants to know if I am alone. He probably wants to rob me, or worse! The man tapped again. “You alright in there?” “Yes, I am fine,” she yelled through the glass. “I can wait for the Sheriff or the Highway Patrol. Thank you.” “When did you call them?” He was yelling over the icy wind. “And how?” She looked at her phone. He knows there’s no reception out here. “I’m perfectly fine. You can leave.” “I’m not leaving you out here alone like this. Pop your trunk and I’ll change your tire. You can stay in the car.” She thought for a second, then agreed. He couldn’t hurt her from the trunk. She reached down and pulled the lever. He went to the back of the car and tried to pull it open. He tapped on the trunk and pointed down. She pulled the lever again. Nothing. He came back to her window. “The lock must be frozen. Can you give me the key?” She stared at him for a long minute. “No,” she blurted out. “I’m not opening the door.” Good job, Calli. Now he knows you’re afraid. “Just roll down the window about an inch and pass it through.” That seemed reasonable. She did what he’d asked. The window opened just an inch, enough for his gloved hand to take the key. He smiled. It was only then that she realized he could just use the key to open the door—but he didn’t. The man went to the back and opened the trunk. He took out the jack, lug wrench, and spare tire and set out at his task. “Don’t move at all,” he yelled as he began to jack up the car. “Be completely still.” Calli complied. She watched in the mirrors as he worked in the blizzard to change her tire. He struggled now and again, stopping to warm his hands with his own breath, then went right back to work. When he was done, the stranger threw the tools and the flat tire back into the trunk, and gently passed the key back through the window. “There’s a gas station about ten miles straight ahead. Stop there and get that tire repaired. You’re on a donut right now. It’s not safe, especially in this weather. Drive slow and keep to the center. Don’t drift off to the side.” She nodded. He tipped his head, went back to his truck, and drove away. I’m an idiot. I made all that stink over nothing. I never thanked him. I don’t even know his name. ◊◊◊ Ten miles exactly, the gas station came into sight. She pulled in, cold, shaken, and mad at herself for the way she’d acted. The attendant ran out to greet her. “Go ahead and pull it inside,” he told her. That’s odd, he doesn’t even know what I need. Once in the garage bay, the attendant handed her some coffee. “Here you are ma’am.” “You’re the second person to call me that tonight.” He smiled. “I don’t carry your size tire, so I’ll have to order one. It will be here in the morning.” “How do you know what size tire I need?” “Your Good Samaritan told me.” My Good Samaritan? Oh no. I was completely wrong. He was a good guy. A pang of guilt stabbed her heart. “How much will that cost?” “Nothing. He paid for it.” “He what?” “Yep. I am to check your alignment too, and look for other damage. If he didn’t give me enough, he’d be back next week to give me more. Said you could stay at the hotel next door.” “He paid for that too?” “Oh yes, ma’am. He said he’d cover it all.” The attendant was smiling. “Just leave me your keys and go get settled in for the night. This storm is supposed to let up in a few hours. We can get you on the road again first thing in the morning.” She nodded, and left, incredulous and wordless. ◊◊◊ The next morning, as promised, she was back on the road again. Her car was fixed, but her spirit was not. Arriving at home, she reached for her empty drink bottle, and her purse. Sitting on the seat was the invoice for the services. She scanned the copy. B&J’s Auto Repair Route 17 Box 2052 “Just north of nowhere, and behind no one…” She snorted. That’s the truth. She moved to put it into her purse when something caught her eye. Customer Name: John Bryan Phone number: 555-581-3886 There it was. His contact information. ‘He’ll be back next week,’ the clerk had said. I canthank him after all. ◊◊◊ She tried to rehearse what to say, but shrugged it off every time. Don’t worry about what to say or how to act. Just be yourself. Don’t be the scared woman locked in the car, afraid to come out. Show him who you really are. She walked in the café and looked around. Standing by the door, she scanned each table for a familiar face. No one there had any facial hair at all. There were no wild hair-cuts, bomber jackets, or scruffy looking men. After a minute, she turned to leave. This was a bad idea. A tall man at the counter stood. He was crisp and perfect in his Air Force uniform. He sported afresh crew cut and a clean-shaven face. Sky blue eyes twinkled at her over a wide smile. “Hello again.” His hand extended and took hers firmly. “Are you—?” “I am,” he smiled. “You look so different.” “You mean clean?” he teased. “Well—um, yes.” “The night we met I had just finished a four-day flight mission. I apologize for not being very friendly. I was exhausted and just wanted to get home.” He motioned to a table. “Let’s get coffee.” Calli shook her head. “I came to apologize to you. I treated you badly. I never even thanked you.” “It’s okay. That’s a lonely stretch of road. I can see why you were frightened.” She smiled. “Can we start again? My name is Calli.” John. Nice to meet you. ◊◊◊ Dedicated to the woman in a broken-down VW Bug with four small children almost 50 years ago. It was 2 AM in a North Dakota snow storm, when my father, on his way home from a military mission stopped to help you. We have never forgotten you. ~Lori Sinclair - Fictionologist Dream It. Wish It. Do It. Love and Dragons! Faith & Fantasy… Unbelievable Stories with an Undeniable Truth! See life differently. Re-invent the impossible. Loretta Sinclair http://www.SinclairInkSpot.com http://www.sinclairinkspot.com/the-impossibilities-blog.html 
Hello Writer Friends!
It's that time of year again. Time to get our Market Guides for the new year. I HIGHLY recommend these if you are submitting any type of new works. They cover everything any writer could imagine: Books, fiction and non-fiction, Magazine articles, Devotionals, Short Stories, Greeting Cards, and everything in between. If you have need for addresses, websites, submission guidelines, editorial staff names, or just new ideas of where to submit, then these books are a must. I buy them every year. There is one for the Christian market, and one for the secular market. Each has different and helpful information. Get the one that best suits you, or get them both!
Until next time:
Peace to you and yours, Tweet me @LorettaLea #jclc #Sinclair #JesusChristLifeCoach #JesusIsMyLifeCoach Re-Inventing the Impossible ~Lori Loretta Sinclair Sinclair Publishing http://www.SinclairInkSpot.com http://www.SinclairInkSpot.com/Jesus-is-my-life-coach  PTSD is not something that is easy to live with. And, it affects far more people than we realize. When the diagnosis first came out it was originally given to war veterans. But now it has come to encompass far more than that. It's designees include victims of violent crime, traumatic accident survivors, domestic abuse, and severely dysfunctional and manipulative relationships. Sometimes people feel like they are literally coming apart from the inside out. Here is a really good article on the subject. www.verywellmind.com/ptsd-triggers-and-coping-strategies-2797557 I sincerely hope that for anyone suffering from this debilitating condition, that you can find some peace and coping strategies with this article. Hang on to something stable and uplifting. Hang on to God. Until next time: Peace to you and yours, Tweet me @LorettaLea #jclc #Sinclair #JesusChristLifeCoach #JesusIsMyLifeCoach Re-Inventing the Impossible ~Lori Loretta Sinclair Sinclair Publishing http://www.SinclairInkSpot.com http://www.SinclairInkSpot.com/Jesus-is-my-life-coach  
So, even being royalty cannot make family problems go away. Many of us now have something in common with Ms. Meghan Markle, HRH The Duchess of Sussex. Dysfunctional families.
I could go into more detail, but this article by Brittany Wong sums it all up beautifully. Click here for the link. Meghan, many others feel your pain, and are looking to you for guidance. Stand tall and keep your chin up. We're all behind you. ~Lori Sinclair - Fictionologist Dream It. Wish It. Do It. Love and Dragons! Faith & Fantasy… Unbelievable Stories with an Undeniable Truth! See life differently. Re-invent the impossible. Loretta Sinclair http://www.SinclairInkSpot.com http://www.sinclairinkspot.com/the-impossibilities-blog.html #zin #prizin #Sinclair
Diana Gabaldon has done it again! She has fed our Outlander cravings, and at an affordable price too. For a limited time (and I am not sure how long) her new book Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade is only $1.99. I consider this a public service announcement for my fellow Outlander addicts.
I fell in love with this series 25 years ago when it first came out, and have been addicted to it ever since. I have read all of the books, listened to them again on Audible, and then subscribed to the Starz Channel when they were made into a series. Yeah, I am hooked. So during this droughtlander time, until Season 4 starts this autumn, enjoy this book to tide us all over for the new season. Slange Var, ~Lori Fictionologist
Dream It.
Wish It. Do It. Love and Dragons! Faith & Fantasy… Unbelievable Stories with an Undeniable Truth! See life differently. Have this blog delivered right to your Kindle Re-invent the impossible. ~Lori Loretta Sinclair http://www.SinclairInkSpot.com http://www.sinclairinkspot.com/the-impossibilities-blog.html #zin #prizin #Sinclair
Ok, I have to admit it. I love gadgets. Anything that will make work easier, I will use. And I have discovered a great one. The GutterWhiz. If you look back on my website, you will see that this is the first product endorsement I have written. It's not like me to do this, but I was so impressed with this little thing that I couldn't hold back.
This magic thing allows you to stand flat on the ground and clean your gutters. It even works for two story homes too. And it works. After living through a 7 year drought, my gutters were full of all sorts of dried leaves, dirt, and other muck. This little gem let me easily walk around the house and clean them out from the ground. No ladders, no falling, no ER visits, and no deductibles. LOL. All kidding aside, this tool works great for anyone. You will also need to buy a telescoping pole to put it on, but most hardware or DIY stores carry them. I would rather do this than hire someone to clean my gutters out. Check it out. ~Lori Fictionologist
Dream It.
Wish It. Do It. Love and Dragons! Faith & Fantasy… Unbelievable Stories with an Undeniable Truth! See life differently. Have this blog delivered right to your Kindle Re-invent the impossible. ~Lori Loretta Sinclair http://www.SinclairInkSpot.com http://www.sinclairinkspot.com/the-impossibilities-blog.html #zin #prizin #Sinclair
There has been an arrest, after 40 years of being a cold case. I had just graduated high school, gotten married, and moved to Sacramento when these attacks were happening. And, my new husband was working the graveyard shift, so I was alone all night. This was a very stressful time for our city. I am taking a personal interest in this case.
I read an excerpt of this book today, and bought it. Read for yourself. https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/letter-to-the-golden-state-killer The justice system still has to play out, but from all signs, this is looking like this cold case is finally closed. You decide. ~Lori Fictionologist
Dream It.
Wish It. Do It. Love and Dragons! Faith & Fantasy… Unbelievable Stories with an Undeniable Truth! See life differently. Have this blog delivered right to your Kindle Re-invent the impossible. ~Lori Loretta Sinclair http://www.SinclairInkSpot.com http://www.sinclairinkspot.com/the-impossibilities-blog.html #zin #prizin #Sinclair |