For the last several weeks, I’ve been sharing Henry and Tisira’s story, from my WIP, Chameleon’s Dish. I know several are you are eager to know what’s going on with them, but here’s the thing…
Henry, Tisira, and Nockatee have vanished! They were at the Globe – and then, they weren’t! They didn’t give any warning…they were just gone!
So, in their absence, I had to scramble to find something else to offer up for WIPpet Wednesday. Fortunately, I happen to be participating in the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge. So, today, please allow me to introduce the first of my Kifo Island Chronicles characters….
Let’s all give a big WIPeteer welcome to Ava Garcia!
Ava is twelve, and she is dying. She’s come to Kifo to live her life away from the hospitals and treatment and parental control that have filled the last three years of her life. She had to take legal action to get that right…and now her parents have appeared on her doorstep…
And now, on to the WIPpeting!
Today is April 2, 2014.
- Today’s math is pretty simple…
- 2 (for the date) + 4 (for the month)=6; 6+7 (for the digits of the year, added)=13; 13+1 (because this is excerpted from my first A to Z post) =14; 14 +1(for Ava)=15
- Voila! 15 sentences! See, Siiiiiimmmmppppplllleeeeee! =D
“Ava!” Mom’s voice sounded like she was in the middle of a horror movie. She smiled; it looked more like a grimace. “Let me help you, sweetie.”
She reached out, and Ava backed away a step. She wanted to close the door in their faces. She was too tired to deal with them, and with their clutching attempts to control her. But it was too late; Dad got a shoulder in, making room for Mom with a grunt that might have been a greeting.
“Come on in,” Ava said, as though there’d been a choice. Dad scowled at her, then sent his glare traveling around her tidy and inviting living room, where pools of sunlight splashed against clean wood and jewel tones.
“You’re not here all by yourself, are you?”
“Tom, can’t you at least wait until we’re past the door?” Mom’s voice was peevish and whining, and any hope that anything had changed between them evaporated.
“I’m not alone. I have Mustafa.”
What will happen next? Will Ava keep her freedom? Will her parents’ arrival turn out to be a good thing, or a threat to the life -and death – Ava wants to have? And just who is Mustafa, anyway?
If you want to know more about Ava; the full A to Z post is here. These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my talons sheathed…for the most part.
I leave you with this sweet little song that, to me, captures Ava’s mood…