I was tagged by Kerry Buchanan on Facebook to post seven lines of a page ending in seven from one of my stories. So, below are seven lines from my thus far unpublished debut novel, Rising from Ashes. Taken from page seventeen, with zero context:
“Gonna… gonna need a, a minute,” he said, laboring for breath.
“Simon, what’s wrong?”
“Can’t – oww – can’t move too well. Think I winded myself, getting this far.”
What was before her eyes finally sank in. Blood – he was covered in it.
Winded himself?! He looks like death!
“Oh, god!” she said, stepping out onto the porch beside him – ignoring how her feet complained about walking across snow uncovered. “Here, take my hand.”