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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Duty Calls (Thursday Taster #4)





Hi folks,

Thanks for stopping by for another helping of my Thursday Taster. It is yet another snippet from my WiP (Diamond in the rough). It answers some of the questions from last week's snippet. As usual I would appreciate some feedback. Thank you.

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Duty Calls (Thursday Taster #4)

By

Don Abdul


“From God Almighty we have come and to Him we shall return.”

Ahmad barely managed to whisper the words from the Quran before he buried his face in his palms. Surrendering under the weight of his grief, hot tears bathed his hands as he quietly mourned the two most important men in his life.

Nothing he had experienced ever prepared him for that moment, yet after grieving for a few more minutes, something deep inside him snapped into place. Infused with renewed sense of purpose, he recognized that his family needed him to be strong.

Eventually lifting his gaze, his eyes met Fareed’s. He was glad that his late brother’s best friend was with him at such a difficult moment.

‘Only Fareed could possibly begin to understand how difficult this is for me.’

Fareed had been Khalifa’s childhood friend and classmate.

‘He is more or less like a second brother to me.’

When Ahmad got back on his feet, the sadness had left his face and receded to the depth of his eyes.

“Thank you for your discretion and assistance, these gentlemen would wait here while Mr. Ibrahim accompanies me to my room to fetch my things,” Ahmad shook the hotel manager’s hand.

On arriving at his suite, Ahmad packed quickly and then reached in his pocket for his cell phone. The shock of the tragedy had overshadowed thoughts of Diamond up to that point. He longed to hear her soothing voice, and share the burden of his grief with her.


‘I couldn’t possibly leave without calling to tell her what had happened...’ he thought as he checked in his other pant pocket for his missing cell phone.

He turned around and then before he could even begin to ask a favour of Fareed, the older man’s eyes followed his finger as he pointed to Diamond’s clothes.

“Don't worry Ahmad, I’ll make arrangements for the young lady to pick up her things and also sort things out...”

Soon it was time to leave the hotel. As they made their way out of the hotel, Fareed whispered instructions and then handed an envelope to the hotel manager with the word Diamond hand written on it.

Walking ahead of the party was the third man whom Ahmad hadn’t recognized earlier. The man stepped out the front door, and then after looking left and right, he nodded to the Consul General and then swiftly rushed Ahmad into the waiting Limo with diplomatic licence plates. It was then that Ahmad noticed that he was wearing an earpiece, the same type widely used by the secret service protection detail.


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Please spare a moment to read Tasters by my very talented author friends as well:

Naomi Shaw: http://www.authornaomishaw.com

Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com

Decadent Kane (Summer): http://www.decadentkane.blogspot.com

Mangus Khan: http://maddeningwhispers.blogspot.com

Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com

Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/my-blog/

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Tragedy of Loss (Thursday Taster #3)


Thanks for stopping by for my Thursday Taster offering for this week. It is a snippet from a tricky part of my WiP (Diamond in the rough). I would appreciate some feedback too. Thank you.
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Tragedy of Loss
By
Don Abdul

Ahmad smiled throughout the ride back to his hotel. He was lost in his own little world, a magical landscape where he and Diamond’s fantasies were also their reality.

The breaking news broadcast on the car radio and the light banter of the cab driver were just distant hum drums in the background of his consciousness. He paid no attention, save for the occasional polite grunt acknowledging something the cab driver might have said.

‘I honestly couldn’t remember ever being as happy as I am at this moment...’

Oblivious to their arrival until the cab stopped in front of the hotel, Ahmad got out and paid the driver, tipping him generously too.

“Hello Jack,” he cheerfully greeted as he approached the doorman with an extra spring in his every step.

“Good afternoon Mr. El-Jaffar.”

Jack the doorman greeted Ahmad with the usual deference, but also the extra warmth reserved for those guests that bothered to remember the names of the staff.

As he walked into the lobby, he found the hotel manager waiting to greet him.

‘Who stole his smile?’ Ahmad wondered upon noticing the absence of a smile on the usually cheerful hotel manager’s face.

“Welcome back Mr. El-Jaffar, might we please talk in my office...”

Suddenly the music went silent in Ahmad’s mind.

“Talk in your office...? Is there a problem...? What do we have to talk about?” He asked with furrows of worry wrinkling his browns.

“I’m sorry sir, but it’s a delicate matter of a rather private nature.”

The manager hurried on into his office before Ahmad could ask another question. Once inside the office, Ahmad’s curiosity turned to alarm.

The three men who rose up to greet him were his compatriots, and in fact he knew one of them, Fareed Abdullah quite well.

While Ahmad recognized the second man as Rashid Ibrahim, his country’s Consul General in Boston, he had no idea whom the third man was.
As Fareed stepped forward to greet Ahmad, the Breaking News Tune played out on the TV and a blanket of silence descended upon the room. Ahmad scanned the faces around him for answers but it was only when the voice of the TV news anchor filled the void that he got any.

“...and now we bring you the profile of the “deceased patriarch of the El-Jaffar clan.”

That phrase in the news item penetrated the foggy cloud of Ahmad’s ignorance with the vengeance of a sharp knife through the soft underbelly of a cornered animal. His mouth opened as his eyes widened, yet no sound came forth to herald the excruciating agony that tore his heart to shreds.

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Please spare a moment to read Tasters by my very talented author friends as well:


Naomi Shaw: http://www.authornaomishaw.com

Alexandra Anthony: http://alexandraanthony.wordpress.com

Cree Walker: http://www.creewalker.com

Decadent Kane (Summer): www.decadentkane.blogspot.com

Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/my-blog/

Mangus Khan http://maddeningwhispers.blogspot.com

Brantwijn Serrah: http://brantwijn.blogspot.com/

Faberge Nostromo: http://fabergenostromo.blogspot.co.uk

Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com/

Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com/