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Reflecting Me Back: “A Splash of Red” for #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

As I type this on Saturday evening, I’m still aglow from my son’s fifteenth birthday and a local research trip with my daughter, twelve, to the General Schuyler House (I’m writing her an alternate history, and the house, only ten miles from ours, will figure into it, just as it did in actual events…

I’ve also been participating in the Story a Day September Challenge; more on that after the post. And, because I like to be busy, I’ve also been learning my shiny new website, which will become my main online home by the end of the year.

My girl models a splash of red at Fish Kill Creek, on the edge of Philip Schuyler's property. Love sharing history with her! 
My girl models a splash of red at Fish Kill Creek, on the edge of Philip Schuyler’s property. Love sharing history with her! 

Until then 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 maybe begin to come clear…or as clear as they will get, anyway.

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. The last two lines of the previous snippet:

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

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

Reflecting Me Back

“Not always. We’re strong, like a hawk. We learned well. I can protect them – and you, too, if you’ll let me.”

The hawks wheel in the hopeful sky, feathers brighter than the changing leaves. She watches me, watches the shadows of hawks passing over my face. And then, tentatively, she takes the pebble, holding it, stroking it over her cheek, her eyes wide and reflecting me back to myself.

Far above, but drawing closer, the hawks cry out, and we shiver together in our shared fear of beaks and talons and sharp-edged pin feathers.

Can the woman protect the child?

Will the hawks attack?

Will the pebble hold some power?

Next week may bring more answers – and certainly more questions!

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:

Previous posts can be accessed through the list at the end of my original “Hawks Eat Doves” post at my WordPress blog.

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

    Now, I said I’d say a bit more about the Story a Day Challenge. I’m writing Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction and a dollop of Hamilton-inspired alternate history. You can click the button below and explore as you will!

    Want more #8Sunday? 

    The birthday boy with his dinner. I treasure the times when it's just the two of us- he's growing up so fast!
    The birthday boy with his dinner. I treasure the times when it’s just the two of us- he’s growing up so fast!

    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!

    6 thoughts on “Reflecting Me Back: “A Splash of Red” for #WeWriWa #8sunday

      1. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get back to this comment. We lost our family dog to cancer last Sunday, and things have been a little off since then.
        I hope you enjoy the last few snippets of this story.

      1. Thank you, Karen! So sorry it took me so long to get back to you – our family dog died last Sunday, and I haven’t been feeling very social online this week.
        Lovely and eerie was the effect I was aiming for. =)

    1. I just love the dreamlike quality of this snippet. So nice that you’re getting your daughter interested in history in such a fun way!

      1. It is a very dreamy story – parts of it actually came from dreams! =D
        Honestly, I didn’t "get" her interested at all! When I first discovered Hamilton through a writer friend a few months back, Lise wasn’t into it at all. But then she came for a hug while I was playing it, and stayed to listen to the whole thing. She actually asked me for a story where Philip Hamilton and Theodosia Burr end up together; so I’ve been doing some research to try to find a reasonably plausible alternative history.
        When I realized that the Schuyler house (REALLY close to home!) could figure in the story, I invited the kids to come along, and she accepted. It was really more about doing something fun and interesting and my getting a feel for the space that I can’t get from the video tour here:
        https://www.nps.gov/media/video/view.htm?id=02D0E027-155D-451F-67799F6A8432F8DC
        She’d actually been to the grounds of the house three times before this: twice for evening puppet shows on the lawn, and once for Eighteenth Century Day when she was 9. She walked on stilts, dipped a candle, bottle fed a calf, and got to observe weavers, spinners, sheep shearing, and soap makers.
        But she didn’t have the historical connection to make going INSIDE interesting. It was really amazing to stand in rooms where Washington, Lafayette, Franklin, and Jefferson stayed, not to mention where Alexander and Eliza Hamilton visited. I loved every creak of the floorboards!

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