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A collection of snippets of the books I write and, occasionally, my life and the things that inspire my writing...

Sunday, June 27, 2021

WeWriWa: Eu79

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. 

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This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. Emmily had an opportunity to turn the aliens over to authorities, and to be free of them. Of course, she didn't, and now General is sure she is as trustworthy as he hoped her to be. This is a week later and they're on the back porch together. Their conversation has taken a turn toward Jason, Emmily's ex-husband. Emmily is ruminating on her marriage.

Last week ended with this: The ridiculous and false belief—with all its soul-scorching pain—that I’d never, ever find someone else worthy of my love, my selfless devotion, and even worse, a twisted kind of worship.

     I’ve left those things behind.


The Snippet:       

        I can see Jason so clearly now. We did love each other once, but things change, circumstances change, and, somewhere along our journey, Jason stopped loving me. After that, it was only a matter of time until he met someone else. 

     So, I say—and surprise myself at how little emotion there is, “He left me for another woman.” 

     General is quiet for several minutes, as quiet as this night. The air is still. The stream below is down to a small gurgle where it flows around rocks and pebbles. His voice, deep and rich, fills the near-silence. “He was a fool.” 

A little more if you're interested.

     There is no answer for that. No reply needed. I bask in the emotion rising in me. 

     We sit like that for a few more minutes, absorbing the darkness pin-prickled by starlight. I shiver. 

     He stands and takes off his uniform jacket, slips it over my shoulders then he sits down next to me. “Is this alright?” he asks, as he slides his arm around me . 

     My heart is racing and my stomach is doing flips. My voice is a dead giveaway when I answer, tattletale-breathy, “Yes. Thank you.”


That's it for this week.
Thanks for visiting! :-)

 

Saturday, June 19, 2021

WeWriWa: EU78

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. 

Warrior News: The linky-list sign up now closes at Noon on Sundays. If you realize Sunday morning when you start to make your rounds, that you forgot to get your name on the list, you can still add it. 

If you'd like to participate or read tempting morsels from other authors, please sign up--or check the linky list at: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/ 

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This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. Emmily had an opportunity to turn the aliens over to authorities, and to be free of them. Of course, she didn't, and now General is sure she is as trustworthy as he hoped her to be. This is a week later and they're on the back porch together. They're talking about the stars twinkling beyond atmosphere.

Last week ended with this:  I wonder when we moved past the elephant in the room, the big, spacesuit-wearing, interstellar-traveling pachyderm. Like kindred spirits, we coexist. We've come to accept the status quo without needing to define it or even say it out loud. They are from out there, in the stars, sky people, and I am tethered to solid ground, bound to the Earth.


The Snippet:       

     When he turns his head to look at the sky through gaps in the tree canopy, pale light illuminates his eyes; their blue depths have never seemed deeper. He says, “In a different way. It is… an acquired appreciation, perhaps. They do not twinkle out there like they do when viewed from here on your porch.” 

     “I always liked it, the view, from here. Mom and dad loved it. Jason was never taken with it.” 

     There’s nothing cagey when he asks, “Jason?” 

     “Jason, my ex-husband. We were married for almost twenty years.” 

     He leans his head to the side, processing that new tidbit of information, I suspect. 

 

That's the snippet. The scene continues from there:

 

After a lengthy stretch of quiet, his voice—full of curiosity—pierces the still night. “Why are you no longer married to him?” 

     That is a humdinger of a question. How do I answer? I could rattle off a slew of hateful reasons peppered with enough cuss words to make General blush. Or I could sit here and relish in the brand-new realization that the heartache's no longer raw; my future doesn’t feel hopeless—as if no one will ever love me again. 

     I’ve moved past a plethora of things: the doubt, pain, regret and self-pity, the half-witted belief that Jason is the most wonderful man ever born, and he was mine. The ridiculous and false belief—with all its soul-scorching pain—that I’d never, ever find someone else worthy of my love, my selfless devotion, and even worse, a twisted kind of worship.

     I’ve left those things behind. 


That's it for this week. Next week, we get her answer to the General, and his reply to her.
Thanks for visiting! :-)

Sunday, June 13, 2021

WeWriWa: EU77

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. 

Warrior News: The linky-list sign up now closes at Noon on Sundays. If you realize Sunday morning when you start to make your rounds, that you forgot to get your name on the list, you can still add it. 

If you'd like to participate or read tempting morsels from other authors, please sign up--or check the linky list at: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/ 

Also, check out the Snippet Sunday group on facebook. 

This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. Emmily had an opportunity to turn the aliens over to authorities, and to be free of them. Of course, she didn't, but now General is sure she is as trustworthy as he hoped her to be. This is a week later and they're on the back porch together.


The Snippet:       

     Evening arrives clear and cold. Not frost-cold, but close. I light candles to deter the mosquitos that have already made their debut. A week has gone by since he accepted me into their ranks. I’m trying to contain myself, but I’m pretty sure they all see it. This has been the best week of my life. I feel wanted, and I have a family. General has been understanding, even kind. 

     I Know I need to get it under control. My heart is out for a wild run, and there’s nothing good at the finish line.

A bit more-if you are interested.

     I’m sitting on the swing next to the rail, sipping a mug of hot tea when General steps outside. It’s just the two of us.

     “Do I interrupt desired solitude?” 

     “Oh my, no. You’re welcome out here.” 

     He sits down in the rocking chair someone has brought outside for extra seating. 

     “The stars are lovely tonight,” I say. The candlelight softens the outlines of his face. He’s watching me. 

     “You should see them from beyond atmosphere.” He says. 

     I wonder when we moved past the elephant in the room, the big, spacesuit-wearing, interstellar-traveling pachyderm. Like kindred spirits, we coexist. We simply came to accept and are comfortable with the status quo without needing to define it or say it out loud. They are from out there in the stars, sky people, and I am tethered to solid ground, bound to the Earth.


That's it for this week. Some relationship discovery coming up.
Thanks for visiting! :-)