Writer of Steampunk Romance books with a Christian message and theme. Author, novelist, and short story writer, Christian fiction with a touch of Steampunk romance. Stories of new love found and of love lost. Humurous and sometimes oddball tales.
Dan Dooley - Author
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'Abigail, A Short Story Prequel' is the background, and introduction to the novel 'A Ship Called Abigail.' the first in the 'Legacy of Abigail' series.
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The opening lines of 'When Love Finds Hannah': A Steampunk Romance Story.
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Harold Whitmore sat at his mother’s kitchen table. One had only to see his face to see the look of dejection on it. No observer could miss it. Least of all his mother. With a sigh, she sat down at the table, opposite him. She pushed the freshly poured cup of tea his way.
She watched him stir in one, and then two lumps of sugar, while studying his twenty-seven-year-old face. Which right now looked much older. His black hair was uncombed, and there was a redness around his eyes.
“You didn’t sleep much last night, did you,” she remarked. “Did you see Margarite?”
“No,” he answered, shaking his head. “I’ve not spoken to her for a couple of days.”
“You’ve not been arguing, have you?” she asked.
“When are we not arguing?” he returned.
Just then a younger version of Harold stumbled into the room. He did not fall, in spite of the method of his entry. “Watch yourself, Zeke,” his mother scolded. “What do you want? You’ve had breakfast already.”
“I’m still hungry. Hullo, Harold. What are you doing here?” the younger Whitmore boy, age of fifteen asked, without waiting for an answer from his eldest brother.
“You can’t still be hungry,” his mother replied, with impatience in her voice. “Go outside and play. And get out of my hair awhile.”
“Oh Mum,” and with that, Zeke grabbed a biscuit from the plate on the table, and rushed back out the kitchen door.
“Nice seeing you too!” Harold said loudly, but the young one was out of hearing range by then.
“You were like that when you were his age,” she returned her attention to Harold. All of you boys were like that. Funny thing, your sisters were not. Don’t know why, but they just never seemed to grow their bodies faster than their age.”
“I was not!” he countered. “Never.” Then he broke into a laugh. “Perhaps I was. Just a bit. He’s as clumsy as an ox. I never was.”
The beginning lines of Chapter 2 of 'When Love Finds Hannah': A Steampunk Romance Story,
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Hannah awakened to another day of duty in the hospital. When had she last had a day off? Two weeks now, on duty every day, with no day to herself. No day of rest, nor any time for herself. She was tired. Physically and mentally tired.
How many patients would she have to look after today? Yesterday, it had been seven. Three of those had been severely ill, and one had died before the end of the day.
An old man who she knew had lived a very long life. The only time he had been sick, so she had been told, was within the last week. And now with his first ever hospital stay, that was the end of life for him.
But she had to run from room to room, from bed to bed, fetching this, or fetching that. Taking temperatures, giving medicines, bringing trays with meals, and making beds after patients were up for the day. Or discharged from their stays, and now gone back to their homes. Back to their homes. Either cured, or simply waiting to die.
She arose from her bed, and from the sink in her room, she splashed water over her face to clear her eyes. Soon she would bathe, dress, and visit the canteen to break her fast. Then she would make the short walk from the nurses’ house to the hospital.
And it would be another day, today, which would be like the day before, and no doubt it would be like the day to follow. Nothing ever changed for Hannah.
For a few minutes, she sat before the dressing table, and looked at her image in the looking glass. Her auburn hair, which sometimes looked more like red, was uncombed, and in a mess about her head. Her green eyes, which she had been told were very pretty eyes, looked back at her from her dark-skinned face.
It’s not a bad looking face, she told herself. Or perhaps it was just a wishing that it was not a bad looking face. But was it really a pretty face? She did not think of herself as pretty.
But comparing her looks to those of other young women, many of whom were called pretty, or beautiful, she thought she looked as good as they did. So perhaps she was pretty.
Not that being pretty mattered. It would only matter if there was someone to like her face. Someone to like her looks. Someone to think she was pretty. Better yet, someone to actually tell her she was pretty.
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