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Only Running Will: #StaD for May 25

Welcome, friends!

Come in, and 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.

Yup, I got behind again. Not with the writing, but with the posting. Life happened, in the form of plans with my daughter, an exceedingly hot weekend, a devastating migraine, and just all the other things I’ve been up to.

It’s now the final day of the challenge, though, and I’m determined to get all the back posts up by midnight – so off we go to May 25, and the daily prompt, Change Your Point of View. I chose to revisit my May 4 first-person story, 11:43pm Wednesday, in which Ubunta’s future rests in the results of a pregnancy test – or does it? This drabble  (100 word story) explores that question.

Week Four’s theme is Strengths – an opportunity to focus more intensely on what’s been working so far.

Only Running Will

You wanted the test, for proof. But you know. And waiting is dangerous, maybe even deadly. If not for you, then for the child you carry.

For you know that you carry a child. It’s in your tender, heavy breasts, and your rolling stomach that will accept no food.

It’s there, and, if you can feel it, he might see it. Him, or Aneesha, or anyone but Theresa, who wanted to help, and whose hand the test had been in.

But you don’t need the test to know. It won’t save your child, that stick of plastic.

Only running will.

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!

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