Slicing Through My Soul: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

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It’s the weekend as I prep this post – a full week before Sunday the 12th. Yup, that’s right – I’m running EARLY!

I know; that’s a little shocking, since I’m usually the caboose on the links list. But I’ve shifted my main focus from Story a Day May to JuNoWriMo – and from exploring characters and their stories to actually, well, writing the novels these characters will inhabit, and I’m trying to get some of the smaller, slip-through-the-cracks stuff tended to before the noveling pulls me back in for another round of creation.

And so, here I am – so early it’s a little disorienting, but in a good way. I think I could even get used to this…(except that, after I wrote this, I got sick, and then it was all a scramble to get those big things done, and now it’s Friday, and I’m close to running late again, which makes me rather happy in a run-on sentence kind of way that I started this way back when!)

But now, onward…

We’ve gathered here today to explore another snippet from “A Splash of Red,” which I’m serializing. This surreal fantasy story is the child of my own life and dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license…we’re getting close to the end, now, so things that have been mysteries will maybe begin to come clear…or as clear as they will get, anyway.

More on the story after the nine-sentence snippet.

Context, such as it is…A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above.We left last week with the child’s truncated question still unfinished.

Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!

Slicing Through My Soul

“Do you hit them? Yell at them? Call them names?”

I know that, if she’s ever to trust me, I have to give her the truth, even when it’s not pretty. “I yell, sometimes – not as much as I used to. I don’t hit them, or call names. I used to, though, before I learned how not to.”

“Why?” Her voice is an accusing cry, more fearsome than the hawk’s, slicing through my soul.

How will the woman answer?

Will she answer at all?

Will the child be able to trust her?

Next week may bring answers – and certainly more questions!

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:

Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review, which is edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.

That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer. Until then, may your week be delightful! =D

And in tangentially related news, I’m honored to be May’s Featured Writer for the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review! Here’s my story, “Monday Morning Coffee” at L.S. Engler, available free for a limited time. You can also read my interview with L.S. 

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    • I don’t think the girl knows any other reality. But maybe she’s got an inkling that there might actually be other ways to live…

      She also might feel a certain connection to this woman’s children…

  1. I like the way the woman and the child have a certain similarity in their ‘voices’, yet come across as two different characters. So well done!

    • Thank you, Jess. The story is already written and has been published, but I will be revising it for self-publication, targeted for the end of this year.

      These characters have certainly taken me in unexpected directions!

    • Both questions are valid. In the autobiographical sense, she lived what she knew for too long, and learned not to because something happened that she couldn’t ignore. And, by the way, she doesn’t regret learning not to in the least, because life has been much sweeter, since. She might regret those first years, but that would take energy from making right now a happier place, so she chooses to focus on that., and on healing that little girl in the red dress.

      A convoluted answer for a convoluted story.

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