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Sunday, October 24, 2021

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!

Sunday, October 17, 2021

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.

  

     She raises her brows as she tilts her head forward, like she’s dealing with a seven-year-old. “Then who left the tracks in the snow? They lead from the porch right out to the feeders and back again. And since you’re the only one here…”

      It is tempting to play dumb. Honesty will lead to that worn-out discussion about me moving into a senior care complex. Then I’ll tell her that senior care is nice way of saying old folk’s home. It’ll go downhill from there, right to her telling me they don’t want to, but since I told them about my visiting spaceman, they doubt I can continue living on my own. They think I can’t discern reality from make-believe anymore. 

A little more if you care to read on:

 

      I stare at the Christmas tree on the end table. There’s no good way to handle this. It’ll end like it always does, with her famous, parting words. “Besides, Jim says finances dictate we do it sooner rather than later.”

     She thinks I lie to her anyway. Even so, the truth is always the right choice, even if she doesn’t like it and doesn’t want to hear it. 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 believe?

 

     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!