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….
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 never made it here last week. A combination of showers of April challenges and a trip with the kids to visit friends in central New Jersey, five hours from our upstate New York home…oh, and Friday afternoon spent in train and subway riding, and a visit to the American Museum of Natural History, which was spectacular even if we stuck to the gems (for those Steven Universe fans in our group); human evolution (because it’s good to know where you come from); and animal evolution (for my wild-child daughter, almost 12, who loves wildlife, evolution, genetics, anatomy, dinosaurs, mastodont, and BONES!)
By the time I remembered to pull together a post, the list was long since closed, and I think I was headed north on the New Jersey Turnpike with a full belly from Sunday dinner, a full heart from time with dear friends, and two sleeping children.
So, here we are again…a week later, and it’s Friday. I’m typing from my bed, next to an open window that’s bringing me a cool spring breeze, sunshine, and birdsong. The children, nocturnal this week, are asleep still. It’s calm, and 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 nine-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!
“The Dreams That Took Me There”
“No. I didn’t steal them. I wouldn’t. They’re yours. They always have been. You dreamed the dream of bison, and the desert, and the ocean. You dreamed the dreams that took me there.”
She uncurls from her lair, hawks still in her eyes, but now, too, the bison, and sharp-scented sage, the rhythm of the waves, heard and felt in the darkness..I can feel her, and I open, inviting her in –
The hawks go silent, but still they wheel in the hopeful sky, their feathers brighter than changing leaves.
How did the child’s dreams take the woman anywhere?
Can the woman give these places back to the child?
What do the hawks intend to do?
Come back next week; I may have answers…
And I will certainly ask more questions!
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
And as a special thank-you for my readers, I’ve been participating in the Blogging From A-Z April Challenge. Boldly Go with me as I let Trip and T’Pol use me for their stories, all month long – and if you want even more strange new worlds, you can visit my newly-active page at fanfiction.net, as well!
Want more #8Sunday?
Since one of my favorite tunes is now being used by a political candidate, I thought I’d share it in its entirety.