I've begun to notice I have a very dark side when I write fiction. Go figure.
Strength
The chill in Eamon’s bones came not from the Illinois winter, but
from the vision he glimpsed of his future. Stoking the fire, he dared not look
at the newborn for fear of his emotions: love, hate, fear.
Dirt fell from the shovel onto the planked wooden floor.
Tears blurred his vision as he remembered how Abigail would scold him for not
cleaning it outdoors. Tomorrow he would write the letter to her family, but
tonight he needed to think.
Turning up the oil lamp, the words on her sampler became clear “In
God We Trust.”
Lord, give me strength.
Well that was certainly more grim than mine. Great imagery.
ReplyDeleteyeah, just a tad. It could have been worse. I was toying with the idea of him taking it out on the baby. Would have needed a few more words. Thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteamazing power, or strength in your story.
ReplyDeleteHemingway said fiction reveals truth. Your dakr side is a part of you. I'm glad you show it to me and 100 word song.
well done Kath
thank you. as you know, sarcasm is my strong suit, but for some reason when I start thinking in terms of the word-song challenge, the first idea is usually not a happy one. maybe it's you. whatever.
Deletedark...really? maybe just a tad. thank you.
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