A free anthology for you and you and you and you and…

Just got word from the editor that Of Words and Water 2014 was published a few days early over on Smashwords. It’s the second year the anthology in support of WaterAid is published. Both books are free, but you can donate to WaterAid via the Group’s JustGiving page.

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I haven’t read it yet except for a few entries, one of them being my own, obviously. Here’s an excerpt of my short story Sam’s Guest:

Liva was there to help them. Or at least, that was what Sam had told Gwen. That was what that woman now told Gwen. “I’m here to help you, darling,” Liva said, her voice so sweet and sugary it set Gwen’s teeth on edge.

Darling? The bloody nerve of her! She wasn’t her darling. She didn’t even know the woman. She was just someone Sam had invited into their home. What was he up to?

Gwen closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. She did not need any help. She was perfectly fine. So she’d had a little accident, but it clearly wasn’t the end of the world. She could take care of herself, and she could take care of Sam too, thank you very much.

“It’s going to be all right,” Liva said as she placed a hand on Sam’s arm, leaving it there a little too long.

Sam shot her a tight smile, his eyes a little surprised.

Gwen gritted her teeth. She really took her liberties, didn’t she? What kind of a name was Liva anyway? Gwen immediately decided that she didn’t like her, and it didn’t go unnoticed. When Liva finally removed her hand from Sam and turned towards Gwen, she looked slightly uncomfortable and somewhat pale.

Victory!

Gwen smirked, left the room and slammed the door shut. “I don’t need anyone’s help,” she yelled. “You can leave now.”

When Sam joined her in the living room, Gwen was sitting in the window nook, staring at the rain outside and tapping her nails against the glass until Sam groaned: “Stop it!”

Gwen’s head jerked around. He didn’t love her any more. If he did, he wouldn’t be standing there, his hands curled up in tight fists, his jaw clenched and his shoulders so tense they almost reached his earlobes.

“Sam, please, I don’t need any help. Why is she still here?”

Read the rest in the anthology. You can download it here.

And if you want to know more about the Words and Water Group, we’re all over here.

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