Weekend Writing
Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at
wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of
their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live
before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups to remove links when we
don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on
empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA)
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.
This
week, I'm changing gears. I have a romance short story coming out in a Victory Tales Press Christmas anthology: Let it Snow. I'll be excerpting from it for several weeks.
The set up:” Raff, the MC, took in a young, single mother after her home burned. He's been alone for years. It's the end of Thanksgiving day--which has turned out to be a wonderful day for him--that brought back a flood of memories. Their guests are leaving. "Angie" is his one true love from decades earlier.
After hot cocoa and decorating the mantel with holly branches and berries, there was a round of hugging and thanking and wishing each other well. Everyone went home, leaving Raff and his little tribe snug in the old farmhouse.
He lay in bed that night, thinking of how his life had changed. The wave of regret came to visit, like ghosts of unsaid vows and unborn children, reminding him he'd made mistakes. He listened to the wind whistle around the tall stone chimney, and rattle the old windows. Angie, where are you...
What works and what doesn't? Even though this one is done, I'm
grateful for every bit of feedback you share. It might help the next one. :-)
The blurb
Raff, retired and alone, befriends Mandy-a single mother of two who lives down the road from him. The young woman reminds him of Angie, His high-school sweetheart and the only girl her ever loved. He and Angie had planned to spend their lives together, but many years before, on the Christmas they announced they were getting married, her father whisked her away to find a good man, the "right" man.
Three months before Christmas, when the rat-infested mobile home Mandy rents, burns to the ground, he offers to let them stay with him in his big, old farmhouse.
Their short stay turns into a longer one, and Raff discovers that he likes having children in the house, and he likes Mandy's company. She's alone in the world, and he wants to help her and the kids get back on their feet.
As the holidays approach, while Mandy searches for her birth mother and then has to choose whether to meet her or not, Raff is forced to face his memories of the Christmas long ago when Angie broke it off with one phone call, and then she moved away.
Is there still room in his heart for the one true miracle of Christmas… the miracle of love?
Let it Snow will be available soon on Smashwords and on Amazon.
This is lovely, Teresa! The turns of phrase are so eloquent and tender. Wonderful job!!
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DeleteI loved the phrase "the wave of regret came to visit." Excellent! This sounds like a wonderful Christmas story.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jenna. It's always so good to hear when a phrase resonates with a reader. :-)
DeleteA very tender moment. Well done Teresa! My only question is in the blurb. Whose mobile home burns to the ground? Should it be Mandy's?
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Yes! Thank you for that catch, Cindy! I just emailed the editor. That blurb was the last thing I did--sent after the ms. Somehow it slipped through. ~sigh~
DeleteEvocative and bittersweet. I usually get little prickly around Christmas love stories, but this one really drew me in.
ReplyDelete:-) Thanks, Alexis! lol--that truly gives me a boost of confidence. :-)
DeleteWell done and poignant. Can't wait to read more of this story!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Veronica! :-)
DeleteYou tell a heart warming story, Teresa. Already I'm rooting for him, for Mandy and her kids, for the happy ending. Love, Charmaine
ReplyDeleteLove the seasonal touches.
ReplyDeleteVery apt = the ghosts of unsaid vows and unborn children.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Cindy's questions above - isn't it Mandy's home that burned?
I love the line "ghosts of unsaid vows." You've shown his deep regrets without ever using the word.
ReplyDeleteAw, you've captured a very poignant fact of holidays...they do bring up ghosts of regret and memory. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteI hope he get's back with Angie soon. Distance, especially during holiday season can be very painful
ReplyDeleteYay! Thanks for giving us a Christmas serial to read. What fun!
ReplyDeleteYou certainly tugged on my heartstrings. I hope he can find true love.
ReplyDeleteWhat a contrast between his (temporarily) full house and his empty heart. It's just like life to have regrets when you're trying to get to sleep. The brain isn't always cooperative!
ReplyDeleteOoo trading one cliffhanger snippet for another... nice! :D
ReplyDeleteLoved this story. There was heartache, healing and a promise for happiness. Very sweet.
ReplyDeleteA story of lost love and regrets for something that did not happen is always poignant - add in Christmas too, and I reach for the tissues. Great snippet.
ReplyDeleteMakes me look forward to holly and hot chocolate - glad to find you are still writing and this one has a home in an anthology too :-)
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