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The Truth of Buffalo: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! We’ve got a variety of genres and talented writers just waiting for you to come sample their wordy wares. Come read one, or all, or pick a few like leftover holiday memories….

And, if you’re inclined to share your own 8-10 sentence snippet, follow the link and sign up. It’s a great community to be a part of! =D

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

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Author:

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!

10 thoughts on “The Truth of Buffalo: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

  1. So our heroine knows something of what the little girl knows, and can put memories into the child’s mind. Is this real, or are they in a shared dreamscape? It’s fascinating and effective.

    1. Well, she can’t exactly put memories into the child’s mind – let’s just say she’s intimately aware of what the child treasures.

      As for reality – is any of this real? Some of it? All of it?

      We may never know. It might not be relevant. We’ll have to see.

      As a Vulcanophile, I’m not sure you could have given me a better compliment than “fascinating,” Peter, although “effective” is also very nice. Thank you!

  2. Now there are bison, too? This is starting to have aboriginal American overtones.

    I need to do more plotting on my Camp NaNo book, too. A few weeks ago I was in great shape, but I’ve got sidetracked by a marketing push. Now I’m starting to get panicky.

    1. Yup. Now there are bison. Actually, there have been bison, all along, between these two.

      You could maybe chalk the aboriginal American feel up to my being a lifelong country girl who fell in love with the story of a Plains buffalo at age seven, and spent four years living among them in Yellowstone National Park.

      I don’t have enough finished product for a marketing push yet (but in a year or two, look out world!) So my novel is plotted. There’s a few finishing touches I could see to, but right now my focus is on getting those A-Z stories set up, because that’s where I got sidetracked. Fortunately, I do have rough drafts of everything, and I rather demanding Vulcan who uses my brain as she sees fit, so I should have at least the first couple of posts ready to go by April Oneth.

      Take a deep breath or three, Ed, and relax. Things go more smoothly without panic, which T’Pol informs me is wholly illogical, anyway.

    1. While I love when you visit, Erin, here’s a heads-up. A mere 99 cents will buy you the anthology. You get my story, eight others (I’ve read most, and enjoyed), and a novella from Fallon. Not a bad use of a buck. =)

      I’m happy to have intrigued you! =D

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