#WeWriWa: Poised on the Threshold

Hey there, #WeWriWa friends!  I’m back again (three weeks in a row!) with an except from my short story, “Storm at Song Glass Cabin.”

But before we get to that, an update on my goal to have my short story and poetry collection, light shines, shadow falls, up on Amazon before I get to the end of this story. This week, I’ve created my account and added my payment and tax info. That might not sound like a lot, but just reading the agreement took well over an hour!

I’ve also started working on the book description….

So things are moving forward. Not swiftly, but moving nonetheless.

And now, back to the story!

Our narrator was working on a stained glass project called Infinity when a storm broke, resulting in a deconstructed rainbow of fallen glass. We continue on from there…..

Photo credit: Jeri Minick.

Now the rainbow is still and subdued, like the watercolors in Sean’s favorite childhood picture book, the one he would cradle close to his chest as he followed me around. “Read with me, Mama. Stay with me.”

A branch cracks sharp percussion through the breathy chorus of wind and wood. Lightning streaks past, stalked by the deeper dark of laden clouds.

I need to close the shutters that protect my stained-glass memories and light the hurricane lamps in case the power goes out, leaving me in the dark with only the ghostly shadows of my past. But when I leave my studio, the wind and rain draw me instead to the open Dutch door. I stand poised on the threshold between calm and chaos, breathing in the storm’s life.

“Storm at Song Glass Cabin” first appeared in Exploits of the Adirondacks, an anthology published by 518 Publishing Company.

It will be included in my upcoming first collection of short stories and poetry, light shines, shadow falls. Stay tuned for details as I wend my way through Amazon’s self-publishing maze. =)



    • Thank you, Kate. I could really visualize this moment. I homeschooled and spent lots of time with my kids when they were young (still spend quite a bit with them, as a matter of fact, which I feel profoundly grateful for). But I think any loving parent will have those moments of regret when we made another choice…

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