The male lead is feeding chicken soup he made to the female MC who seems faint. He is trying to get her to rest. She likes his concern. He blows on the Asian-style spoon and she lets him feed her twice like a toddler, before taking his wrist.
I thought I wrote that she guides the spoon to her mouth.
What I actually unconsciously wrote was that she guided the spoon to his mouth
This is from a romance novel. Suddenly the electricity between the perspective couple is doubled, especially when it manages to get him to blush slightly.
Want some #verisimilitude for your post-apocalyptic story? Four years after the pandemic started, 7 out of 7 examined #battery-powered candles had burst batteries. 3 out of 7 had destroyed circuitry and were irreparable. I restored four of the candles to working order with a lot of cleaning and scrubbing, but of course they required fresh #batteries.
Takeaway: Nothing battery-powered left for four years will work when found. Much of it will be destroyed.
Bonus: Gasoline has a shelf life and may be useless in 6-12 months. Sorry, no verisimilitude in Mad Max.
Modern medicine is the true miracle of our times. People who're nostalgic for the olden days haven't aged enough or aren't thinking their needs through. My natural lifespan was 50 but I survived cancer and the spouse's was 38 because of a burst appendix. We've got meds that keep us alive. Unlike insulin, we might go a couple years before dying miserably. Things #writers need to think about when #writing#postapocalyptic stories.
One of those days, continued. Finding leaks in rafter bays in the adjacent room, hunting for rotted wood, but it means cutting up a faux painted ceiling of clouds.
Swipe on your phone, knocking it from your hands. Reflexively throw your hands to catch it. Jungle it for five seconds until you hug it to your tummy, hyperventilating, heart racing, adrenaline surging.