Weekend Writing Warriors: September 22, 2013
Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns and anyone else who wanders in. Happy last morning of summer! :-)
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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary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.
The door flew open and the old healer burst into the hallway, halting the soon-to-be father mid-step.
Motionless for the first time in what seemed like days, Deamante's unspoken questions and looming demands weighted the air, rendering the moment breathless.
After dropping his gaze momentarily--a show of respect--or fear, the old man lifted his eyes to meet Deamante’s. Then, without waiting for the ruler's unspoken thoughts to find voice, he said, "It’s nearly time. If it is your wish, your Sir-ness, please come inside."
Deamante hurried behind the old, gowned man, almost stepping on his heels; he’d follow him anywhere. Today, in his eyes, the old man was just shy of being a god. He was, after all, the man who would soon oversee his son's passage from beyond the sacred veil, where every man has seen but none remember, to this side of the Divine mystery.