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I’m 1000 words into my April CampNaNoWriMo novel draftting, and my first main character is already speaking to me in a clear and surprising voice that seems just right for him. I’ve set him aside, for the time being, to do this post, but I’m itching to get back to him, and to get to know the other two people with whom he shares his story. As I type this on Friday afternoon, with all the things I need to do today swirling in my head, my Blogging From A-Z Challenge,“A” post, “Arachnid Nebula”, is up and ready for your reading pleasure. =) Wish I could say the same for the next 25 posts, but “B” is nearly ready, and the rest of the alphabet is in the dressing room, in various states of sheveldness. It’ll all work out, although there may be some arms tangled in sleeves, poor fits, broken zippers, and bad color choices along the way!
Right now, though, it’s time for my next snippet from my serialized short story, “A Splash of Red”. 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 a boulder that sparks memories they share.
Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!
“You Took Them From Me”
She tries to resist. I can feel her even before her clenched words come forth. “You took them from me. The buffalo; the desert, the ocean. You took them all, and you kept them for yourself. I dreamed them, and you – you stole them!”
The hawks wheel in the hopeful sky, in the truth of her words, vivid with sharp menace. They cry out, one echoing the other, and there is cruel laughter in it.
Why does the child think the woman stole buffalo, desert, and ocean?
Is she right?
Are the hawks laughing, and, if so, why?
Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:
Come on back next week to find out more!
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