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Full disclosure: I posted this last week, but, when I went to add it to the linky, I saw that it had already closed. It’s been a crazy week, and the next days are going to be busy and emotionally charged. So, I’m sharing this here, and will move on from there – after next Wednesday, I’ll get a week or so of slightly less intense living before the kids and I go camping with fellow unschooling families, which is a yearly thing for us.
I haven’t been here since early last month! It wasn’t intentional; or not exactly intentional. First, there was a week where both of my children had social plans – and my son’s involved two 300 mile drives in four days. I don’t mind the driving, but it does take time and energy, and shifts the rhythms I live and write by.
And then there’s the writing. I’ve gone from April CampNaNoWriMo and Blogging from A-Z, to Story a Day May, to JuNoWriMo, and now, this year month, July CampNaNoWriMo and #WordHighJuly…
So, rather than sharing here, I’ve been writing things I might eventually share here, like this snippet from “A Splash of Red,” which I’m serializing here. This surreal fantasy story is the child of my own life and dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license…we’re getting close to the end, now, so things that have been mysteries will maybe begin to come clear…or as clear as they will get, anyway.
More on the story after the nine-sentence snippet.
Context, such as it is…A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above. We left last week with the child’s question answered, and another asked – why did the woman used to hit her children, and yell at them? This week, finally, the woman gives an explantation.
Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!
Sun and Shadow
“Because I was a hawk, raised by hawks.”
“I am a hawk?” Hawklike, she circles, as she had before, watching me, watching the pebble in my hand.
“No,” I say, gently. “Not really. You are a dove who has to pretend she’s a hawk, to survive.”
She slows, then stops. Her hand reaches out, trembling, then retreats. Her lip quivers; her eyes are sun and shadow.
Will the girl overcome her resistance?
Is the woman’s explanation satisfactory?
Will the child be able to trust her?
Next week may bring more answers – and certainly more questions!
Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:
Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review, which is edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.
That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer. Until then, may your week be delightful! =D
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