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“Hawks Eat Doves”: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

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It’s been a wild ride here, the last week. As I write this on Friday, it’s one week past my daughter’s twelfth birthday. Wednesday was our second child’s birthday, but since Elijah died when he was only 12 days old, it’s not the kind of birthday to celebrate; it’s more a time of reflection and remembrance…

Except that, this year, it was also the day that my Accomplice was fired from a job he’d had for nine years, because the owner of the restaurant he helped to create wanted to move in another direction, and hire his own son as chef.

We’re facing uncertainty, and looking at it as an opportunity to move in a different direction.

We’ll see where life carries us. In the meantime, here’s another serialized snippet from “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. We’re getting close to the end, now, so things that have been mysteries will  become clearer…

More on the story after the eight-sentence snippet.

Context: A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above. We left last week with our focus on the child’s tentative  and aborted attempt to accept a small token offered by the woman.

Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative.

“Hawks Eat Doves”

“Are you – are we – a dove now? Are – our – children happy?”

A shadow covers the sun, falls upon us, and she shivers as the hawks give a cry of threat and hunger and jagged brokenness.

“We’ve grown into a dove. Our children are happy, and free, and their laughter is my – our – favorite music.”

The hawks lift higher, circling, silent, waiting, seeking vulnerable prey.

“Hawks eat doves.” She stares a challenge at me; then up at the hawks.

How will the woman answer the child’s challenge?

Will the hawks attack?

Are woman and child safe?

Next week may bring answers, or new questions!

Like what you read? Want more?

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:

 “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

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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!

15 thoughts on ““Hawks Eat Doves”: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

  1. Great excerpt. I felt the mother’s anguish for her children. Hope things steady on the homefront. Been where you are with my Hubs’ job–several times. We got through those difficult times. So did our kids. They learned life is tenuous but can get better.

    1. We’ll be all right. Our kids are older (12 and 15 this week), so it’s easier for them to understand that money is less fluid right now. We also own our very modest home, and our elderly vehicles, so we can manage to live more simply without huge risk.

      We’ve definitely enjoyed some family time, and have taken advantage of low or no cost entertainment.

      Thaat mother has things to regret. Fortunately, she was capable of change. I don’t think she regrets that.

      And hello, surname -fellow! =D

  2. Interesting snippet. Didn’t expect the line “Hawks eats doves.” So true and the imagery changed in my mind.

    1. I don’t think I expected it till she said it, either! My characters have this way of surprising me with their truths!

      I’m glad you felt the shift (even if I’m a bit sorry for the sinister tone).

  3. Hi Shan, I missed you!

    There are times where we are doves – and potentially prey – and times when we are hawks – the top of the food chain!

    I send you my angels and fairies at this tough time. I have visited the place you and your Accomplice are at the moment – having been recently (not entirely voluntarily) ‘liberated’ from my nine-to-five.

    (I apologise for having slipped into some bizarre time warp – only finding you now.)

    1. I’ve missed you too, Kim!

      July is emotionally chaotic. I just try to ride the waves…which became even more chaotic, this year.

      Things have smoothed out. My Accomplice had an interview this week, and he’s hopeful about his prospects and feels it would be a good fit. We’ve had some good family time, and he’s taken a few steps toward his business venture.

      Fortunately, we own our shabby little house and our elderly vehicles outright, and the kids are old enough to understand a constrained budget without too much stress.

      I hope your “liberation” results or resulted in a better situation. This has definitely stirred us out of complacency, and that’s a good thing.

      Time warp or no, I’m glad you’re here! =D

    1. We have both mourning doves (my favorite) and red-tailed hawks around here. I’ve learned to reproduce their calls well enough that sometimes I can get them to call back. =)

      Yes, doves do have reason to be concerned, when there are hawks about…

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