Since I talked about smell yesterday, I will follow-up with taste today. Often in writing smell and taste are paired together. The rich aroma of cappuccino and the silky smooth vanilla taste as the heroine takes a sip.
Taste is a hard one to master in writing. Unless the majority of your book takes place in a restaurant or bakery or kitchen, it doesn’t present itself as readily as the other senses. So think outside the box.
Yes taste is about food and drink. But it also can be expressed in other ways. Be creative!
What does a kiss taste like?
What does fear taste like? Anger? Frustration?
My heroine in Mind Sweeper likes to eat so that helps my cause 🙂 But I still also need to find things for her to taste along the way.
So let’s continue with our excerpt exercise and add in taste.
Susanna slid down the wall next to the rickety cot and blew out a hard breath, the sound echoing loudly in the small space. She closed her eyes and took shallow breaths through her mouth to stop the rancid air from souring her stomach. How long had she been there? There were no windows in her cell so she had no sense of day or night. Why had they taken her? She was a librarian for God’s sake. She knew nothing about someone named Gabriel Sinclair, yet they kept asking her where he was. This whole thing was a case of mistaken identity. She had to make them see reason.
She spit the coppery blood from her mouth while rationally examining her options. She had not seen her kidnappers’ faces. They had worn masks the whole time and ordered her to keep her eyes to the floor when they entered the room. That was a good sign. Maybe they planned to let her go. If they were working so hard for her not to identify them, all was not lost.
The door squeaked as it opened slowly. Susanna tensed but kept her eyes down. She flinched as each step came closer. A pair of military boots came into her line of sight stopping a foot in front of her. She waited, her heart pounding in her ears.
“Look at me.”
She hesitated. Were they testing her? She didn’t recognize this man’s voice. It was deeper than the others with some sort of accent she couldn’t identify.
“I said look at me.”
She raised her head slowly and met his ice-blue eyes. Bile choked her and she swallowed hard. He was not wearing a mask.
Tomorrow we will discuss the last sense – touch.
Today, Task #31 – taste isn’t just about food, be creative in your writing!