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With Only Time Between: #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

It’s been a busy week: a mini unschooling conference took up most of Tuesday, and Thursday night, I had the pleasure of attending For The Love of Spock. The rest of the week was filled with homeschool reports – I’m finished with those until mid-December; WAHOO!!! – and writing a story every day.

You know, a happy kind of busy. And so, once again, it’s kind of last minute as I write this, so I guess I’d best get to it so that I can get it ready to post by midnight…I’ve been serialized snippets from “A Splash of Red,” my surreal fantasy story which 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 begin to come clear…or as clear as they’ll get, anyway.

More on the story after the ten-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. To set the stage, here’s the last line from last week’s snippet:

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.

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

With Only Time Between

Don’t be afraid,” she whispers. To herself? To me? To us both? Is there a difference, or are we the same person, with only time between us?

I open my arms to her, to myself, offering my embrace, offering myself. But she stands there, with the hawks painting shadows on her face – and her lips tremble as she says, softly, “I -I’m sorry.”

I feel her meaning. She blames herself, still, for the hawks’ attacks. She thinks it was her fault, that she deserves it.

Is there a difference between the woman and the child?

Can the woman exonerate the child?

Can they finally find safety together?

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

Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review,  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. 

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!

10 thoughts on “With Only Time Between: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

    1. Um, I like the Monkees. =) Have for most of my life. This snippet made me think of them.
      So glad you’re enjoying the snippets (if not my taste in music!)

    1. Thank you, Karen! Glad you liked it – that’s one of my favorite images, too.
      I’m not so sure I created them consciously. A lot of this story began as a dream.
      Sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you. My dog died a week ago, and that pretty much stopped my social media interaction for a few days. Getting caught up now, and will be along to visit you, by and by.

  1. Wonderful imagery, Shan. 🙂 "…with the hawks painting shadows on her face…"
    Glad you got to attend For the Love of Spock!

    1. Thank you, Theresa!
      Sorry I’m only getting to this now. Between our dog’s death a week back, and still learning how to fit checking comments here at the new website into my habits, I’ve been more remiss than I intended. Hoping to improve that this week.
      I didn’t realize when I bought the ticket that it was for the 50th anniversary of the first aired episode. But the documentary was amazing. I laughed, I cried, and I wasn’t alone. I’m mightily glad I went, even though our finances are currently quite tight. It was well worth $12, and, at least for me, #itswritingresearch!

    1. Hi, Daryl!
      I’e been remiss in getting around to folks, but I’m hoping to do better this week, once I wrap up some unfinished but urgent business.
      The Monkees are a big part of my personal history, and this snippet made me think of this song. =)
      Thanks for the tweet!

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