Happy weekend, Snippetteers! It’s been a busy week for me, but I have managed to re-read the almost 60k words I have written for Summit and do some edits, so I’m at the right place to start writing again on Monday. My muse has been busy though, and is trying to distract me with another story I can’t wait to write!
This week I have another snippet from Summit and I’ll stay with it for the next few weeks. I don’t have a blurb written yet, but in brief:-
Ashley “Ash” Tomlinson is a long distance lorry driver who’s been stuck in a rut since his divorce, living on junk food and beer, out of shape, lonely, but reluctant to acknowledge that he’s desperate for at least a quick romp with a guy after a long time passing since he last “dabbled.” He makes a spur of the moment decision to pull himself together, get fit, train, and ultimately climb Kilimanjaro. On a training weekend in Wales, he meets out and proud Sean Briggs and is immediately drawn to the fit, sexy, perpetually late for everything sports teacher. Ash is determined to keep it to nothing more than a bit of fun, but it quickly becomes more and with the pair spending 10 days together in Africa, in effect living together, Ash finds himself falling like a stone.
This week’s snippet is from the training trip in Wales, a little conversation between Ash and Sean, when Ash realises he was so distracted by Sean before they started walking, that he picked a sandwich he hates!
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“We’ll stop for lunch here.” Jim halted under a large tree. “Find somewhere to sit if you can.”
Several boulders littered the ground, close to a broken-down wall and a fallen tree. Everyone sat on a makeshift seat, Sean next to me. We took our food out of our backpacks, and it was only then I realised I had a tuna sandwich.
“Damn it all.” I grimaced and opened the packet of crisps.
“What’s up?” Sean asked.
“I hate fish,” I mumbled around a mouthful.
“Why’d you pick it, then?” He laughed and held out his own ham and cheese sandwich. “Swap?”
“You don’t have to do that. I should have been thinking about what I was doing.”
“It’s fine. I’ll eat anything.” Sean snatched the tuna sandwich from my lap and replaced it with the ham and cheese.
“No problem. So, what do you think of this group? The older guy is on our trip.”
“Gerald,” I whispered. “He seems nice. It’s good that a few of this group are going. Maybe we can keep in touch until the trip.”
“That’d be great. We’ll have to swap phone numbers before we go home tomorrow. I’m staying a couple of extra days. I thought I’d make the most of the hiking since I’m right here in the mountains.”
“Are you? Me too.”
“Oh! Cool. Maybe we can hike together. I’m camping at the site over the road from the hostel,” Sean revealed.