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 (64/0)
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 Fields6 months 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 Fields6 months 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 Fields6 months 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 Fields7 months 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 Fields7 months ago in Fiction
Purple Like Cotton Candy
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was my cue that it was safe to come out and breathe the cold damp evening air. It was the only time that I could emerge from my hiding place amongst the trees and thick brush to sit on the front porch of what used to be home.
By Cynthia Fields7 months ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
Home of Savannah Hayes – Monday Morning Savannah hated mornings; Monday mornings especially and this Monday morning held a special place on her things to hate list. Today marked the one-year anniversary of her divorce from Derek. She’d promised herself that she would move on, that there was more to life than pining over a man who did not lover her, but Savannah’s heart still ached for him. She never imagined her marriage coming to an end so quickly, but it had. Now, all the hopes of a family and life together with Derek was nothing more than heartache and disappointment.
By Cynthia Fields7 months ago in Fiction
Scorned Chapter 16
The two women rushed toward each other, gobbling each other up in big bear hugs. JJ, Desiree and Sarah smiled watching the long over-due reunion. The three along with Fran had decided to surprise Penelope and have their longtime friend make a special appearance to which she readily agreed. Little did any of them know that Emily had a surprise of her own.
By Cynthia Fields7 months ago in Fiction
