WeWriWa Snow Angel: A Holiday Short Story

 

 

Welcome to a weekly post of Weekend Writing Warriors. If you'd like to check it out or give it a try, check here at wewriwa.blogspot.com

This is from a WIP, a holiday short that's a second-chance romance. This one has a bit of a scifi element. Working title is "Snow Angel". I'm continuing where I left off last week. Eva, the female MC, is in her mid-seventies.  Caroline is her niece.  We're in Eva's POV. Last week ended with this:  

       I can’t stop the deep sigh, my chest expanding then falling. I’m so tired of this argument. “He was here.”

This week's snippet:    

     Without looking at me, she pulls cans of tomato soup and a package of crackers out of the bag. She adds a box of instant potatoes, and two pouches of beef gravy mix to the crackers and soup.

     I’m grateful that she brings me groceries, but I hate that mushy, old-people food. Has she forgotten I still have teeth?

     Caroline folds her reusable shopping bag into a neat little square, then tucks it into her designer purse.  “You know, you don’t have the best record for being…mentally stable. It’d be easy for people to judge you as being off your rocker—and I mean that in a clinical sense.”

      That’s no lie. Crazy old Eva, the nutcase who already had one round of amnesia, decades ago. How is it that no one remembers the kindnesses a person has shown, the good they’ve done?

     

A little more if you care to read on:    

     But the bad things stay right there, waiting for a reminder, for a reason for the tongues to start wagging all over again. It’s a sad commentary on human nature. And I don’t think it’s ever going to change.

     Oh well. It doesn’t matter what they say. Now I know where those memories went. Zhomas told me.

      I’m not a nutter. Never was.

 

     That's it for this week. Thank you for all of your kind and supportive words. And thank you for visiting! Have a good week!

 

WeWriWa Snow Angel: A Holiday Short Story

 

 

 

Welcome to a weekly post of Weekend Writing Warriors. If you'd like to check it out or give it a try, check here at wewriwa.blogspot.com

This is from a WIP, a holiday short that's a second-chance romance. This one has a bit of a scifi element. Working title is "Snow Angel". I'm continuing where I left off last week. Eva, the female MC, is in her mid-seventies.  Caroline is her niece.  We're in Eva's POV. Last week ended with this:  

      Goodness knows, I didn’t believe my star man when, he appeared at my door two weeks ago. So how can I expect her to?

This week's snippet:    

     Here goes… “It was Zhomas. He fed the birds for me. Then he had breakfast. I made it for him.”

     Caroline gets that look on her face, her head tilted off to the side, eyebrows pinched. It’s not quite pity, and, thankfully, not quite anger either. She says, “Aunt Eva, there was no one here. No visitor from the stars. No man who had to leave to go to his spaceship he left parked behind the moon. How many times do I have to say it?”

A little more if you care to read on:    

     I can’t stop the deep sigh, my chest expanding then falling. I’m so tired of this argument. “He was here.”

 

     That's it for this week. Thank you for all of your kind and supportive words last week. And thank you for visiting! Have a good week!