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It’s been a wild ride here, the last week. As I write this on Friday, it’s one week past my daughter’s twelfth birthday. Wednesday was our second child’s birthday, but since Elijah died when he was only 12 days old, it’s not the kind of birthday to celebrate; it’s more a time of reflection and remembrance…
Except that, this year, it was also the day that my Accomplice was fired from a job he’d had for nine years, because the owner of the restaurant he helped to create wanted to move in another direction, and hire his own son as chef.
We’re facing uncertainty, and looking at it as an opportunity to move in a different direction.
We’ll see where life carries us. In the meantime, here’s another serialized snippet from “A Splash of Red.”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 become clearer…
More on the story after the eight-sentence snippet.
Context: 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 our focus on the child’s tentative and aborted attempt to accept a small token offered by the woman.
Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative.
“Hawks Eat Doves”
“Are you – are we – a dove now? Are – our – children happy?”
A shadow covers the sun, falls upon us, and she shivers as the hawks give a cry of threat and hunger and jagged brokenness.
“We’ve grown into a dove. Our children are happy, and free, and their laughter is my – our – favorite music.”
The hawks lift higher, circling, silent, waiting, seeking vulnerable prey.
“Hawks eat doves.” She stares a challenge at me; then up at the hawks.
How will the woman answer the child’s challenge?
Will the hawks attack?
Are woman and child safe?
Next week may bring answers, or new questions!
Like what you read? Want more?
Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:
“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.