#8SUNDAY Weekend Writing Warriors and “Happy National Public Safety Telecommunicator’s week.” #RT


Hey friends, welcome back.  Lots of fun stuff going on this week.  In case you weren’t aware this week will be National Public Safety Telecommunicator’s week.  I’d like to take a moment to thank all of the Telecommunicator’s everywhere for their hard work!  (I’m a Public Safety Telecommunicator also, so I can tell you first hand-our jobs can be very difficult at times but also extremely interesting and at times entertaining, so “Go us.”

Anyhow, now it’s time for WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS!

Wondering who we are?  We are a fabulous group of individuals that posts 8-10 sentences on their blogs from a published or unpublished book. Then we “hop” around and leave comments on each other’s snippets.  We welcome EVERYONE’s comments.~


“Tylen, talk to me!” I screamed after him as he crossed the parking lot.

When Tylen didn’t turn around, I took off my shoe and threw it as hard as I could, watching in disgust as it fell down just behind him.  I groaned as I looked down at the car keys that he’d placed in my hand and I climbed into our pickup truck and drove quickly in order to catch up with him, beeping the horn like a mad woman all the while.

Tylen refused to turn back and look at me.  He continued to walk as if nothing was wrong.  Neighbors turned on their lights as we approached our house and nearly a block away, Tylen suddenly stopped, standing completely still without turning back to me and I flung the car into park and jumped out, running after him.

“Will you please stop acting like an insane woman!”  Tylen screamed, turning slightly as he heard my bare feet pound the pavement.  “I don’t want the kids to see us arguing.”

Before I could respond, a light showed on us and a I heard a voice as it went over the loudspeaker of an officers car.


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Neva Squires-Rodriguez was born and raised in a neighborhood located on the North Side of Chicago. Mother, Wife, Expert at Multitasking... and now, Author and Columnist for Reflejos Newspaper, Neva creates electrifying stories with a twist. Neva Squires-Rodriguez earned her Masters Degree from National University, a feat which she worked very hard to obtain and says she will work even harder to pay off. She claims to be a typical American, full of dreams that will hopefully get her to a more comfortable lifestyle one day. She says, “God has a plan and I will follow wherever it is that He takes me.”
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9 Responses to #8SUNDAY Weekend Writing Warriors and “Happy National Public Safety Telecommunicator’s week.” #RT

  1. Kim Magennis says:

    I enjoy this voice, Neva. It is so authentic. As if she is just telling just me her story. Great snippet

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  2. Peter Vialls says:

    Oops. Sounds like they’re both in trouble – something tells me that “Sorry, officer, I was just acting like a mad woman” isn’t going to work as a defence…

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  3. All this activity would be hard for other people to ignore LOL. Quite a vivid scene, enjoyed the excerpt!


  4. Wow–vividly drawn scene, Neva. And (cough cough) who hasn’t been there? Nothing like an Officer’s appearance to bring back the sanity.

    BTW, loved Peter’s comment. lol. No defense at all.


  5. Ed Hoornaert says:

    What, exactly,, do national public safety telecommunicators do?


  6. She is acting a little unhinged. And I suspect she was speeding…


  7. Uh-oh. I would have been one of the neighbors who called the cops. Whenever I hear a screaming fight I worry someone’s going to get killed. Though probably not with a shoe. 🙂


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