I believe every good novel should mention underwear at least once. Why, you ask, to which I answer, Because I like saying and writing the word underwear.
For instance, when people ask me, Are you Eric? I often answer, I hope so. I'm wearing his underwear.
It's just a fun word, like onomatopoeia, which I also used below. Matt, if you're listening, there's your O-word in use.
Excerpt from my debut novel Out of the Great Black Nothing, for the April A-Z Challenge.
I will post excerpts from various writings daily.
And yes, that's a run-on. Find a way to deal.
Percy laughed and waved Martha onto the rooftop and pointed to his neck. She paused, but smiled and climbed on the roof anyway. She wore her pajamas, shorts with a tank top, barefoot, all pink with ponytails, and she would be shy getting on the roof in her underwear, especially with an audience of legal professionals at the end of the driveway, but she as always was Percy's trooper and confidant and reliable partner in everything this side of criminal. She padded across the tin and leaned down to her husband and helped him unsnap and twist off the space helmet. He hadn't pressurized the suit tonight, and the helmet lifted off without its normal hiss-woof. Fresh air kissed the wet part of Percy's sweaty forehead.
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Eric W. Trant is a published author of several short stories and the novel Out of the Great Black Nothing. He is currently represented by Debrin Case at Open Heart Publishing. See more of Eric's work here: Publications