This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: ‘break/brake,’ using one or both, any way we like.
Why, hello there!
No, you’re not imagining it. I’m here for the second week in a row! OK, so that might have a lot to do with combining prompts with another challenge:
Let me tell you a Story A Day, all May long…
In June and July, I’ll be drafting two new Kifo Island novels. I know something about 5 of the 6 point of view characters, and I’ve got a sketchy idea of the plots – but I need to learn more about these people and their stories.
So, in May, I explore. Every day, I’ll follow the prompts in A Month of Writing Prompts 2016. I’ll play while moving through my planning efforts. Some of these stories may become part of the eventual novels, but my goal is to invite these characters to show me who they are and what they want – and how their lives fit together to make a novel.
I wanted to get this post up yesterday, but the story felt like it wasn’t quite right. I set it aside and slept on it, and today, I was able to figure out where to go in revisions.
The daily prompt is, “A Classic Story-Starter.” You’ll find in in the opening quote. I thought it was going to go in another direction, but, in classic stream-of-consciousness style, it went somewhere else.
Week Three is our Rescue Week – some easier prompts that offset the challenges behind and still ahead.
Zeke and Yvette are in bed together for the first time…needless to say, this is an R-rated story. Potentially NSFW.
Whoa, Wait -What?
“Huh,” he said. “I didn’t think that could fit in there.”
“That’s what she said.” Yvette reached up and tangled her fingers in his curls, pulling him in for a close, tight kiss. “But no more talking, now, mon chere. Now is time for l’amour.”
Zeke focused on the kissing. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman, and she was a hell of a woman. He was desperate to put an emergency brake on the urge to just plunge in and let himself go crazy.
That was no way to treat the woman he loved.
Whoa, wait –
What?
Love? Did he? Did he love her?
The question floated there in his mind, in their tangled-up breaths, sighs, and moans, as they learned how to give and take pleasure together…
It floated there as they strained for every last crumb of ecstasy, and as she fell asleep in his arms.
Zeke held her as though she might break, like there was no greater treasure in the world, and he knew.
He was in love with Yvette Perrault.
And she was another man’s wife.
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Awwww. But, that last line. Killed me.
Yeah. Me too. As I write these stories, and things become clearer, I can’t get past this recurring “if only” feeling….