It’s simple and fun. Sign the linky list with your name, blog url and email address on Mondays, 8:00 AM EST. Each week, the list remains open until Saturday, 11:59 PM. Then on Sunday, post 8 sentences from a current writing project, published or unpublished. Visit other participants and offer opinions, critiques, support. Writers hanging out with writers, a good time with a great group of people.
It’s a chance to share a small snippet -exactly eight sentences – of my current writing. I’m sharing the second eight sentences from my April CampNaNoWriMo project, Generations: Kifo Island Chronicles #2. The Kifo Island series takes place at a resort that’s a little like hospice meets Fantasy Island.
Can Kifo Island help three generations of a wounded makeshift family coexist despite the forces and secrets that tear them apart, or will time run out for the dying grandmother, the abusive stepfather, and the brilliant, traumatized little girl caught in the middle?
This snippet immediately follows last week’s WIPpet Wednesday post, “You WILL Answer Me”. Gladys is watching from her kitchen window as Howard and Iris approach her home. Howard has demanded that the silent and huddled little girl respond when he talks to her – but Gladys has only heard Iris talk in her sleep.
This passage is NaNo-rough; I’m not wholly in love with it, so input is appreciated!
Disclaimer for language and possible triggers… I want this story to offer a positive message; but not to shy away from the topic of child abuse and its impacts. If you’re especially sensitive to fictional mistreatment of children, please don’t read this, because someone is not going to be very nice to a child.
The child closed the door softly, and Gladys thought that maybe she saw her mouth move; but it wouldn’t be more than a whisper, if that – and that wouldn’t be enough for Howard.
Howard, who carried a gnawing and unanswered need to be important within him.
“Answer me!” The slap came fast – too fast for the girl to duck away from, or even get her hands up to protect her small face. The crack of it made Gladys whimper in sympathy, but Iris only stared, once her head had snapped back and then forward with the momentum of the blow.
“HOWARD GEORGE. You will not strike that child again.” She called out the window, thankful that she could get her voice to cooperate so well, and that she kept that kitchen window cracked open year round.
What will happen next? Will Howard follow his grandmother’s prohibition? Will Gladys be able to find other ways to help Iris, and will Iris find her own voice?
Time will tell – I’m only a little over 1600 words into this story, at the moment, so a great deal remains to be seen. But, even though there are no easy answers forthcoming here, you might find some at other #8Sunday posts.