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To Help Her Heal: #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….

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

Is it the weekend again, already? It feels like it came very fast, from out of nowhere, but that probably has more to do with my level of busyness and the addition of our daughter’s new kitten, Amelia, to our clan. Oh, and that thing where I pretty much always reach further than I can grasp, and then stubbornly proceed to ignore that fact…

Enough about that, though. It is the weekend, so it’s time for another 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 gift it to the child.

Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!

To Help Her Heal

I extend my hand out flat, the little heart-shaped pebble resting on my palm. I make of my hand an altar for the offering, the way you feed a horse. The way we were required to hold our hands as altars for the blessed blows of the Whippin’ Stick.

She’s trembling, and I long to pull her close, as I would my own daughter, to warm her chill cheek against my breast, her cold heart within my embrace… but I’ll have to earn the right to touch her, to hold her, to help her heal…

The hawks stay silent in the hopeful sky, their feathers brighter than the changing leaves.

“This is for you.” I watch her from behind the fall of my hair. She edges a little closer, then again, as the hawks circle silently, watching, waiting.

Will the child accept the gift?

What will happen if she does?

If she doesn’t?

Next week may bring answers –

and certainly more questions!

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:

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 in tangentially related news…

I’m honored to be May’s Featured Writer for the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review! Here’s my story, “Monday Morning Coffee”, at L.S. Engler. An interview is also pending. Exciting stuff!

Want more #8Sunday?

My daughter and me, pre Phantom of the Opera, 2014. She was almost 10.


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!

12 thoughts on “To Help Her Heal: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

    1. Too often, I think adults presume rights to childrens’ bodies that violate the child’s own right to it. That was certainly true in my childhood, and, regrettably, the first few/several of my own childrens’, as well.

      This woman, though, intends to respect the child at all times. How can she ever truly have the little girl’s respect, if she doesn’t?

    1. Thank you, Theresa. I’m definitely tense when precipice-standing. But that is an apt description of where these two beings find themselves…

      I’m glad you enjoyed it! =D

    1. Too often, adults forget that in dealing with children; also too often, they expect the same kids to remember it with one another…

      I hope you enjoy the rest of the story, and it tickles me to see you here! =D

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