Every Tuesday I take a small chunk of something I’m working on – fantasy, mystery, mainstream, whatever… and post it.  No titles, no other info, utterly random.
Y’all can give feedback or not, as you wish.  Or even try to guess what it’s from, if you’re so inclined.  There may or may not be a prize for getting it right.
There will be no prizes for nitpicking typos: all teases are from works in progress, which means typos are a natural side-effect of production.
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Her heart skipped a beat, and her breathing caught. This was no representation of what the eye saw, nor an extreme absurdity, but the shattered pieces of life, glorified in all their rough and jagged parts. It shook the heart, and broke it, and asked questions she had no answers for.
“Rage,†she said softly.  Stone and metal, the fragments of a life destroyed as surely as it had been torn apart by shrapnel. In fact… she stepped closer. Yes, one of the raw edges of the work resembled shrapnel to a disturbing degree. And yet, stepping back, she could not say for certain that it was meant to be shrapnel, or the figure exploding under its own weight, or something else entirely.
She came to a stop where she started, and sipped at the glass in her hand, barely tasting the wine, barely hearing the man still talking next to her, staring at the sculpture. Elizabeth, for once silent, patted her arm gently, and left her there.