Cynthia Fields
Bio
I adore words and I love what happens when we grab them, sleep with them, holler and scream and laugh at them! I love what happens when we throw them in the air and watch them fall magically from our minds onto paper!
Stories (69/0)
My Broken Valentine
George Carver High School – Afternoon Penelope was glad that Corey did not restrain her after leading her back to the basement. Instead, he handed her a white bag. The smell of sweet pastry was overwhelming, and it reminded her that it had been a while since she’d eaten anything.
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
George Carver High School – Monday Morning – “Drink!” Penelope looked up at the young man’s outstretched hand. She was thirsty and hungry but without her hands she had very little chance of accepting the offer without help. He had already removed her gag and for that she was thankful.
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
Derek slowly backed away from the door and turned to face the man, who was still struggling to regain his breath, the rod still in his hand; anger flashing in his eyes. Derek had to admit that the only way to keep Penelope safe was to remain a prisoner.
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
Home of Savannah Hayes – Sunday Morning – Savannah carried her son with her as she answered the door. She hated working on Sundays, but she’d agreed to take on an extra shift while her colleague was out recovering from a hip injury. It was a good distraction, and she needed a distraction.
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
Della slammed the door and locked the couple inside. She was confident that Derek would be unconscious for at least another few hours and Penelope would be too weak and inconsolable to do anything but sit next to him in tears. So, as she made her way out of the building and to her car, she made a call to her brothers; it was time to put the next part of her plan into action.
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
BAU Headquarters – Evening – Derek and Penelope were the last to leave the building. Except for the cleaning crew the sixth floor and most of the other floors were quiet. Together they walked out of the building through the employee parking lot towards the large late model orange caddy. Ever the gentleman, Derek opened the door on the driver’s side and before helping her in, he pulled her in his arms and gently kissed her on the lips.
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
Friday Afternoon - It had taken two more days before the team broke the case, thanks to Penelope who had found a link between the victims and uncovered the team of unsubs who had kidnapped, tortured, and castrated the victims then dumping the bodies, and leaving playing cards on the foreheads of each man to let the men know that they had messed with the wrong queens.
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
Penelope needed to talk to Derek. It was late but she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep without talking to him first. So, taking a deep breath, she fished her phone from her large leather bag and dialed his number. He answered quickly, he always did; she could tell that he had been asleep, and a twinge of remorse hit her.
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
Home of Savannah Hayes – Tuesday Morning – Savannah was dreading Sam’s visit. He had every right to see his son, but his sudden demand to see DJ had felt uncomfortable and threatening; it had been two months since he’d paid his son a visit and until now hadn’t expressed much interest in being a regular part of his life. They both had a lot to lose if DJ’s father’s identity was revealed. Savannah still wanted to keep it a secret, and Sam wanted to have Penelope back before he shared that news with her.
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Fiction