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“Join Us for Tea?”: Generations (KIC#2) for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday! 

The weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 05/30/15 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 05/31/15. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.

It’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my WIPpet Wednesday post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…

This excerpt comes from Generations,  the second novel in my Kifo Island Chronicles  near-future fantasy series.

This bit follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet Wednesday  post, Tea on the Patio.

I’m offering ten sentences today. Howard has come home late, from somewhere he doesn’t want his grandmother to know he was, to find her and his unwanted stepdaughter having tea, seemingly unconcerned with his tardiness.

Join Us for Tea?”

The child only watched, wide-eyed, while the old woman nodded. “It’s a lovely day. And Airisu is no trouble – as a matter of fact, she made the tea herself, and helped with cleaning the floors at Still Unnamed.”

“What’s that?”

“The pottery shop. Lovely young girl runs it. She likes old dance movies. It’s the first time in decades anyone younger than you has even mentioned my films. I have to admit that it tickles me some – more than it should, probably.” She paused, then added, “Will you join us for tea?”

Will Howard stay for tea? If he does, will the others be sorry he did?  Will his lateness be mentioned? Will his secret activities be discovered? Why is Airisu so quiet and watchful?

We’ll visit Glady’s POV next week, and hopefully learn more.

And a note:

If you came by today for Trip and T’Pol – don’t worry. The two of them still have plenty to share, and they’re rather persistent…I’m sure they’ll hijack a post or two along the way…

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I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

8 thoughts on ““Join Us for Tea?”: Generations (KIC#2) for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

  1. A relaxed moment now broken… and hedged with uncertainty, like the name of the pottery shop. Things of beauty that are strong and yet fragile… and we know Howard is an agent of destruction in his own way.

    1. I kind of have this thing for beautiful, strong, and fragile, all together…recurring theme in my life and my writing.

      Come to think of it, I’m rather a strong, beautiful and fragile thing, myself…

      Hmmmnnnn… I nned to let that thought soak in a bit…

      Howard is a destructive force in nearly every way – and he takes great pride in that, and in pretending that it’s not true.

      Icky, icky individual. And The Scene, Number 2, is up next…I’ll probably be working on it tonight, and I really can’t say whether that’s good, or bad…

      1. Destructive characters can be interesting, and even sometimes they can even be fun to write. But there has to be a sense of growth, a sense of trying to be better, even if they are abysmal creatures in all senses. It doesn’t sound like Howard is trying to be better in any sense. He’s nasty and he’s proud of it. So, yea… icky trigger.

        1. Yup – Howard isn’t only proud of his nastiness, he’s actively trying to be nastier. It’s his one real skill, as he sees it.

          Gladys has this observation:

          Howard didn’t want others to be happy, unless there was something he could gain from it.

          It reminds me of some people I’ve encountered in my life.

          Howard is not at all fun to write. But he is – ummmm – interesting, in the way of a sociopath, or a disaster – I keep wanting to study him, examine him, so I can learn the scope of the danger he poses.

          But I’m really looking at something else, something deeper and more a part of my own history, if indirectly, but a part that directly affected me…

          If there were fewer Howards in the world, my life would have been better…

          Many, many people’s would have been.

          It is a little scary, and more than a little disturbing, how easily I can slide into his slimy skin…

          But certainly not fun. I’m just mentally gritting my teeth, and planning to get through his particularly awful scenes (two-three left, after this one, I think) as quickly as I can. After I get my ROW80 and two Monday posts up, I can focus on it for Tuesday, now that the reports are done…

          Deep breaths, and happiness that there are some scenes in Gladys’s and Airusu’s POVs scattered between….he’s had 3 of the last five scenes, and that’s rather a lot of real estate in my head!

          1. I think you described it perfectly, Shan, when you called it scary and more than a little disturbing to realize how easily we can slide into those dark places. That’s why so many modern shows deal with such characters these days… we’re trying to understand this side of ourselves.

  2. Am I correct in assuming Still Unnamed is a placeholder till you figure out the name of that place? I’ve sometimes marked the as-yet-undecided name of a future character with an X, when I’m making up the list of characters for one of my Russian historicals.

    I can relate to the pottery shop girl’s love for old films. I’m in a minority of people my age or younger who’s so passionate about silent and early sound film, so much so I don’t even know a lot of modern actors and films who are supposed to be so well-known.

    1. Still Unnamed started out as a placeholder, because I like to have fun with them. But the reason I couldn’t figure out what to name it is the same reason the proprietor can’t – what do you name a shop on a hospice island?

      So she names it Still Nameless, officially. It does get a name, a little further on, but, at this point, it’s, well, Still Nameless.

      Her passion for these old things may be part of why she’s in love with a man in his sixties….

      We love what we love, and it both describes and makes us who we are. I’m fascinated by those images, but I’ve never yet delved those old movies as deeply as I might like…maybe someday…

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