Yep. Today was not a good day for me. We all have them, and we all push through because we have to.
I wrote something in the wee hours after seeing the prompt, edited a bit, went to sleep, and then this evening decided that I wouldn’t submit it for the free-write. The plot needs a bit more delicate handling, which I wasn’t feeling today.
I had a second idea wandering around in my head partly based on a childhood experience after a death in West Virginia, so I ran with it, so to speak. At 11:15 pm. Unfortunately that means I haven’t rummaged through the words the way I normally would and already picked up something that typically I would have re-written. As always, I consider this a learning experience.
So, yup, I lied to you. This story was not finished on Sunday. I had a momentary crisis about writing about an imminent hurricane while one was actively destroying people’s lives. The destruction from Florence is unimaginable to me when I have been in those place, driven down those roads. And, yet, I know that these cyclones and hurricanes have been angry for several years now. Flooding to my friends’ families in the Philippines, Kerala, Hawaii, and elsewhere. My thoughts are with everyone who has suffered through so much.
I feel heavy and disoriented after my afternoon nap. Waking in the strange dormitory room of number 16 probably doesn’t help either. The only thing that does is Rufus resting his head on my arm the instant he knows I’m awake. He wags his tale, and I imagine he’s mentally yelling: Dinner! DinNER! DINNER! FOOD! Continue reading →
First off, I am attempting to finish this story before Monday (ha!) so the around 600 word episodes that I am posting will be popping up at irregular intervals. If you miss one, you can always find it under the category Don’t Worry Every Little Thing’s Gonna Be Alright.
I always encourage you all to give me your thoughts, suggestions, etc. Thanks to Nobbinmaug for a suggestion that may or may not be recognized in this passage. And may or may not be what was intended. 😀 If you want to see your idea come to life in this story, just drop me a comment. I can’t make a promise that they will be exactly as you intended, but there’s always the chance.
As always, thank you so much for reading and commenting. Your voice means everything!
It’s Thursday morning, and I’m sitting at a pseudo-picnic table with three other people who’ve introduced themselves as evacuees from the storm, Dana and Pedro Gutierrez and their son, Wilson. The biggest man I’ve ever seen in my life, he must be around 6’5”, sits next to me with his bowl of cereal and cup of heavily creamed coffee. He smiles at me. Continue reading →
Steve doesn’t linger, despite how much I might like him to. You know, just to catch up, ask how he’s been…find out if he ever married. With the hurricane approaching, he has 101 things he needs to do and catching up with me is definitely not one of them, and I completely understand. I always have. Which is probably why he fell for Mandy. The big difference between me and Mandy was that she always put her heart into everything, and while my heart was on the playing field, I always kept it sheltered. Continue reading →
Of course, as I’m shoving the car door shut with my hip, Rufus’ aluminum water bowl goes clanging to the pavement with all of the subtlety of a gunshot. My eyes immediately raise toward Steve who has stopped, tilted his beige hat upward slightly, and is studying me. After all this time, I wonder if he recognizes me. The quick shake of his head tells me, why, yes, he does remember the cousin of the woman who broke his heart. Continue reading →