Showcase Sunday: Jack Mulcahy – The Fruit Of Love

“Stay here, Finola,” Padraigh directed. Giving me orders again. I was fed up with him. “Wait til I tell you.” But I kept silent and stayed in the cave, shivering with cold. I admit, the man usually had the best intentions. He wanted to protect me. And he’d warned me slave-catchers from Rahesh were eager to sell me to the auctioneers. As if I didn’t know that already. But if the riders I’d seen were slave-catchers, I was sure they were gone now. And what did he think he could do with just a knife and gladius against armed horsemen? I argued that my song-weaving magic was more than a match for any Raheshi slave-catcher, but Padraigh insisted it was a man’s duty to protect a woman, any woman. So I swallowed my objections and waited for his signal....

How to Make a Fiction Writer’s Day

I am proud of my first novel. It isn’t perfect and there are many things I will change when I publish again. I am still proud of it. In Medium fiction makes a fraction of the money, that other articles do. But, this will never deter me. I will always enjoy writing fiction and continue to do it. How else will my imaginary friends get to escape? The characters in my head deserve to see the world. Some people will love them, some will only read my non-fiction articles. I’m fine with that. Everyone has their own tastes. You would never see me pick up a romance novel, for example. Fiction on Medium