Heather Gray

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Wordy Wednesday

March 15, 2017

Hi Everyone!

Welcome to Wordy Wednesday!  Share an excerpt fewer than 500 words from your family friendly book in the comments below.  Be sure to include the title and one buy link.  Then go spread the word about this post so even more people will find it.

Happy reading (and writing)!!


An Informal Christmas - Click to Buy

Rylie ran for the elevator. A man in a faded denim jacket stood inside with the back curve of his left shoulder facing her. He didn’t acknowledge her high-speed sprint in his direction. Nor did he stop the two brushed steel panels from sliding closed between them.

She thought of pushing the button and forcing the doors to reopen. Honestly, though, did she want to get stuck in a metal box with a man who didn’t care about basic courtesy toward his fellow mankind? Not likely. Rylie huffed out an exasperated breath as she started up the stairs. Three flights up. It could be worse.

With a shove to the door, she exited the stairwell and stood on a narrow landing with skylights above and a view of the hospital’s lobby below. Ten steps to the left, and she broke through to the hallway-of-no-return. Nobody came up to this floor unless they worked in one of the three departments exiled here. The first door belonged to the chaplaincy. The second led to the main office for the hospital social workers. The third door, decorated with construction paper butterflies and cotton ball caterpillars, was home sweet home — Child Life.

“I can’t believe how rude people have become!” Rylie vented about the man in the elevator as she stepped past the colorful decorations and into her domain. Suzie, the part-time department head who kept their ship running tighter than junior size spandex on a burly linebacker, wasn’t at her desk. Their offices were anything but spacious, though, so she was likely still within hearing distance. After all, what was a good venting without someone to listen?

“I was running for the elevator, but the guy inside didn’t even wait for me. He let the doors slide closed. Because obviously it wasn’t big enough for two of us.” She left out the part about his back being to her. Absolving him of guilt wasn’t high on her priority list at the moment.

Suzie emerged from The Vault, a nether region of their office used for storage. She dusted her hands off and frowned at Rylie. “We have company.” She waved at the man following behind her. “This is Mr. York. He brought several boxes of stuffed animals for our kids.”

No way. Not… Lots of guys wore denim jackets, right? It couldn’t be the same…

“Sorry about the elevator. I got wedged into position by my dolly. I thought I heard someone calling, but by the time I turned myself around, the doors were closed and I was on my way up here.” His voice reminded her of a lemon tart, decadent smoothness with a sharp aftertaste. For some reason, she found herself tempted to savor the sound rather than pucker. Too bad her mind was already made up about him. He might have proven interesting.

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Heather, I have read your Wordy Wednesday excerpts every chance I get. I really liked this one. I wish you much success in all you do, in all you write.

The anthology "Everbloom: Stories of Living Deeply Rooted and Transformed Living" is now complete and ready for release! It's a beautiful collection of essays, stories and poetry to encourage and come alongside women in all seasons of life.


Here is a sampling of some of the writing....

"But here is the surprising thing we learn from the tree: We know more than we think. We have lived through more than we acknowledge. We are stronger than we realize. Each of our experiences adds a ring to our tree...There is a generation of saplings who need a forest of people with their many-storied rings, each telling of God's redeeming grace." (Bronwyn Lea, p. 98)

"Above the noise, my voice starts to rise
Amplified by travel companions emptied of pride
Beyond care of critical eyes I write with freedom and joy
Now journeying, yet sheltered, under the Master's family eye." (Sharon Hoover, p. 85)

"Surely there's more to feeling good about ourselves than feeling good about ourselves. I think there is. I see it on the faces of a few women I know in their seventies and eighties, women with wide waists, sagging chests, and creased, smiling faces, faces brightly turned to others. These women who feel good about themselves, but clearly they feel even better about others." (Lesley Leland Fields, p. 176)

"Strength. Courage. Endurance. There are the attributes of my maternal grandmother...She was a true survivor and woman of great faith. Hers was not an easy journey, and that journey continues to speak into my life and inspire me decades later; and it always will..." (Terri Kraus, p. 198)

"A trinity of capacity
Expanding dimension and scope
A magnitude of out-of-proportion love
A bigger on the inside kind of love ..." (Tammy Perlmutter, p. 223)

"You may not identify yourself as an advocate any more than I did, but God has given you unique experiences, preferences, pains, and passions. And you, too, can grow into them as expressions of faith and hope in God." (April Yamasaki, p. 125)