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This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's remote, in the mountains of Pennsylvania. After arriving at near dark, she saw someone in the woods at the edge of her yard. She ran back in the house and has systematically (while trying not to freak out) checked locks, closed curtains, and thought through what to do to stay safe. This is the start of Chapter 2. She's survived the night and had no intruders.
This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's remote, in the mountains of Pennsylvania. After arriving at near dark, she saw someone in the woods at the edge of her yard. She ran back in the house and has systematically (while trying not to freak out) checked locks, closed curtains, and thought through what to do to stay safe. This is the start of Chapter 2. She's survived the night and had no intruders.
There could be wonky punctuation to keep within wewriwa guidelines.
Last week's snippet (the end of chapter 1) ended with this: As I drift off,
I clench the broom handle, because no matter what I tell myself, I know
what I
saw… The snippet:
When
I open my eyes, a soft-rose glow along the space between the curtains and the
window-frame is my view. All the drama from last night rushes into my thoughts,
and I admit that now, in the coming light of day, it all seems pretty silly. I
need to get a grip.
After
moving the chair away from the front door, I step outside and breathe in deep.
It doesn’t get better than this: that cold and clean morning, mountain air… The
birds are perched on the highest branches, up where the sun is already shining.
They sing spring songs, no doubt full of amorous intent. A few buds are
greening-up on low-brush.
This
is how life starts anew. The land is
shaking off the cold, the loss, the illusion of endless sleep, just like I need
to do… to find a way to start again.
That's it for this week. It finishes chapter one in the book. Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments and suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.
Nothing like a new day to start fresh! I hope this day goes better for her!
ReplyDeleteThings always look better in the light of a new day. :-) Nah...the day will not end as it's beginning. ;-) Thanks for visiting!
DeleteVery pretty and uplifting description! Of course we know something bad is still coming but it's nice to have a moment to breathe. Great snippet!
ReplyDelete~sigh. The reader is getting a moment to breathe, to contemplate her situation. Just a few minutes reading time, then wham! Get ready. ;-) Thanks for visiting!
DeleteSuch an evocative snippet. Love the last sentence!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Diane! I've done a little tweaking here and there. :-)
DeleteLovely - breathing in the cold mountain air.
ReplyDeleteI agree. It is! Thanks for visiting, Aurora!
DeleteAh, I wish I was there, only minus the possibly murderous lurker in the woods.
ReplyDeleteLolol. Oh, ALexis, you crack me up! Thanks for visiting!
DeleteTakes me to the mountains--I've breathed that cold air a lot. Love it. I know what she's feeling. Beautiful description of the moment. But yes...something else is coming, I'm sure. Great snippet! Tweeted.
ReplyDeleteFor sure...
DeleteIsn't that mountain air great? :-)
Thanks for visiting, Jenna!
Me thinks this is the calm before the proverbial storm. Nice snippet.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. And the storm is on its way! ;-) Thanks for visiting, Sue. :-)
DeleteFrom the darkness into the light of a brand new day.I'm curious when her visitor will show up again and if we'll finally know more. Thanks for sharing today!
ReplyDeleteHi Dixie. Before this day is over, she'll know she's not alone in the mountains after all... Thanks for visiting!
DeleteWhy do I have the feeling that her rosy, early morning optimism will be sorely tested before the day is out?
ReplyDeleteHahaha! I think you've been inside the heads of too many heroines and too many of their heroes who might start out as unlikely heroes?? lol Thanks, Ed!
DeleteLove the description
ReplyDeleteThanks, Fallon!
DeleteI fear what looks so good is bound to meet something awful. HELP!
ReplyDeleteYeah. Before the day is over, my friend, she'll meet a crazy challenge. Thanks, Charmaine!
DeleteSigh! Beautiful description of her 'new dawn'. I think she'll be up for any challenge.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nancy! Yep. SHe is, but she gets goofy when she gets overwhelmed. lol
DeleteThis is beautifully written, like poetry! Well done, my friend!
ReplyDeleteAwe, you're making me blush, Jules! :-)
DeleteI liked how your ending made your character sound hopeful. Time will tell if it’s a false hope
ReplyDeleteKeep smiling,
Yawatta
Time will tell. I think there'll be a major event that derails any plans she has for solitude and starting over.We must torture our characters. right? :-) Thanks for visiting, Yawatta!
DeleteBeautiful writing. Loved the snippet.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Elaine. Your comment makes my day!
DeleteFinding a way to start again is often the hardest thing. Particularly if one is the sort to resist change. Which certainly isn't me. Nope, not at all! ;-)
ReplyDeleteHaha! Me either, Cie! Thanks for visiting!
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