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 Then on Sunday, post 8 sentences from a current writing project, published or unpublished.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 one last excerpt 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.
Disclaimer for possible triggers…I want this story to offer a positive message; but not to shy away from the topic of abuse and its impacts. This scene involves a child who knows more than most about the workings of the adult world, and may not be suitable for all audiences…there is also language that might offend some…please be warned.
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, “Never Give Yourself Away” . Iris is a child who has seen and heard too much; who has lived her life in hiding. Now, can she reveal herself enough to save the only woman who is kind to her?
This passage is NaNo -rough, and unedited except for typos.
“Never let the johns know you are here. Never ever let your life become what mine is.”
But Grandermother needed her, now. Iris knew that for truth; she’d researched, and learned, once she heard the john talking on the telephone about a disease called ‘Parkinson’s’.
Iris slipped off the chair, wanting to stare at the door; but afraid to be caught doing something that would show how deeply she loved the old woman, who didn’t have to care for the ‘little no-good bastard child of a whore mother’. But Grandermother had been only kind – not just to her, but, when Hahaoya was alive, to her, too.
That made her as much of a friend, maybe, as Iris had ever really had.
Because of the chair given to her, because of the quilt that let her pretend she was still under Hahaoya’s bed, unseen and hidden in her nest as the johns came and went above her – because of teapots and baskets of books and the voice that had stopped the striking hand, Iris would risk herself…
What will come of Iris’s sacrifice? Can she help Gladys? Will Howard find her out of the chair, and what will happen if he does?
I’ll have to write more before I know, myself, so I can’t tell you. Sorry…but you might find some answers at one of the other #8Sunday posts,