Hey there, #WeWriWa friends! This is getting to be a habit again! The next one will be posting before we’re closing in on the deadline, but that’s another matter. For now, I’m just going to celebrate that I’m here with another excerpt from my short story, “Storm at Song Glass Cabin.”
No 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. After a lot of progress last week, I got very busy with other things this week, and no forward motion happened here.
I will be back to the book description this week.
But now, on to the story in progress!
We left our narrator standing on the threshold, watching the storm and contemplating the ways she disappointed her child. We continue on from there….
Kinetic energy fills my hungry lungs and radiates outward into my ravenous body. I long to dance in the pelting rain, heedless of any danger to self or art, as though I have no cares left in this life.
Old instincts arise, and I stare out into the storm, searching for Sean. But this child’s voice can’t be him. He’s been a man for decades, his voice like the deep booming rumbles of thunder.
It must be a trick of a screeching branch or my aging memory.
“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. =)
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