“As Much of a Friend”: #WeWriWa – #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s simple and fun. Sign the linky list with your name, blog url and email address on Mondays, 8:00 AM EST. Each week, the list remains open until Saturday, 11:59 PM. Then on Sunday, post 8 sentences from a current writing project, published or unpublished. Visit other participants and offer opinions, critiques, support. Writers hanging out with writers, a good time with a great group of people.

It’s a chance to share a small snippet -exactly eight sentences – of my current writing. I’m sharing one last excerpt from my April CampNaNoWriMo project, Generations: Kifo Island Chronicles, #2. The Kifo Island series takes place at a resort that’s a little like hospice meets Fantasy Island.

Disclaimer for possible triggers…I want this story to offer a positive message; but not to shy away from the topic of abuse and its impacts. This scene involves a child who knows more than most about the workings of the adult world, and may not be suitable for all audiences…there is also language that might offend some…please be warned.

Generations Premise:

Can Kifo Island help three generations of a wounded makeshift family coexist despite the forces and secrets that tear them apart, or will time run out for the dying grandmother, the abusive stepfather, and the brilliant, traumatized little girl caught in the middle?

This snippet immediately follows last week’s WIPpet Wednesday post, Never Give Yourself Away . Iris is a child who has seen and heard too much; who has lived her life in hiding. Now, can she reveal herself enough to save the only woman who is kind to her?

This passage is NaNo -rough, and unedited except for typos.

Never let the johns know you are here. Never ever let your life become what mine is.”

But Grandermother needed her, now. Iris knew that for truth; she’d researched, and learned, once she heard the john talking on the telephone about a disease called ‘Parkinson’s’.

Iris slipped off the chair, wanting to stare at the door; but afraid to be caught doing something that would show how deeply she loved the old woman, who didn’t have to care for the ‘little no-good bastard child of a whore mother’. But Grandermother had been only kind – not just to her, but, when Hahaoya was alive, to her, too.

That made her as much of a friend, maybe, as Iris had ever really had.

Because of the chair given to her, because of the quilt that let her pretend she was still under Hahaoya’s bed, unseen and hidden in her nest as the johns came and went above her – because of teapots and baskets of books and the voice that had stopped the striking hand, Iris would risk herself…

What will come of Iris’s sacrifice? Can she help Gladys? Will Howard find her out of the chair, and what will happen if he does?

I’ll have to write more before I know, myself, so I can’t tell you. Sorry…but you might find some answers at one of the other #8Sunday posts,


  1. Definitely not a childhood full of joy and puppies…. but just in the phrasing, it’s clear that she found some sense of peace and comfort. Children are amazingly strong that way.

    • Indeed they are – and Iris was blessed wit a loving and deeply committed mother. No, Aijo couldn’t offer her child much in the way of security or material things – but their shared inner landscape was vast and rich – and that’s made a tremendous difference in how Iris perceives her reality…

    • I like her – and Gladys, too – a great deal. I’m having a trickier time with Howard. I do NOT like him. I understand, to some extent, the whys of how he got to be who he is…but understanding and liking aren’t the same thing….

    • Thank you. Yes, there will be much more inner conflict, and maybe some external…but not here, for the next month…I need a bit of space around this one , so May will have another focus entirely!

    • I think Iris would say that it was….normally, I wouldn’t tell you that, but this story is taking a back burner for the next month, and I don’t want you worrying about Iris all that time! ❤

      This is anything but an easy story to write, and I almost wish it weren't so persistent….

      Which probably means I need to write it!

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