Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns. So glad you could stop by for a visit. :-) We've just today taken a turn toward autumn-ish weather. This morning we were in shorts and tanks-mid 80s and humid. This afternoon, mid 60s and windy. Remind me in January how I whined about the hot and humid weather. :-)
Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good.
Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
The travelers are now on the boat that is taking them upriver into the Firce Mountains. Tayden has just asked Wiley(river driver) if his Maker ever answers when he talks to him. Wiley's answering him, telling him a story from "back before this hair was gray." :-) We are still in Kad's POV.
"I'll never forget the day, or him. He wasn’t like me, no, he was real soft-spoken. And I remember his eyes, like they was lookin' right though me. Right off I reckoned he was a stranger to these parts... a man of different skin, different people. And I recollect thinkin' I had no need for him or his kind. He was no more a person to me than the rocks on the riverbank was. And if the rocks could'a paid me, I’d have hauled them upriver too. 'Money’s money' was what I always said."