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I’m nearly finished with my April CampNaNoWriMo novel plotting – and the characters are already informing me that some changes will need to be made. By the time you read this, I should have an open-ended scene by scene outline, and be just about ready to kick off my month of drafting.
I’m not so far along with the Blogging From A-Z Challenge, but that will be my primary focus once the plotting is wrapped up. Want to know what I’m planning? My Theme Reveal will answer all questions, and maybe make a few readers very happy…
But, enough of all that. Right now, it’s time for my next 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…
More on the story after the eight-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. She’s found a talisman of sorts, and wants to offer it to the child. But will the little girl in red let her get close enough to do that?
Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!
The Truth of Buffalo
She whimpers as she watches me come, still untrusting, but she waits for me. I wait for me. It’s long past time to end this waiting, this separateness, when I am grown from her as surely as she grew into me…
I crash-stagger to a glacial boulder, humped and furred in moss like the shoulders of a buffalo. I’ve seen bison, lived amongst them – but she had only the treasured story of Shag, the Plains buffalo, read and reread and imagined and longed for.
I lean on the bison-rock, nothing but air and ground between us now, and she peers at me, still crouched, still protecting all her soft, vital places – so that she can grow, and heal – so that she can become me, and I can grow and heal, too.
“I can give you the buffalo.” I whisper, and put the truth of buffalo in my mind – the way they look, the herd of a hundred, standing in the road, breath steaming in great plumes in frozen air, snow like thick confectioner’s sugar on their faces, their beards, their woolly humped backs, so much like this rock.
What is the truth of buffalo?
Will the little girl allow the gift?
Will there be healing?
And what about those hawks?
Come on back next week to find out more!
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