Sunday, May 17, 2015

WeWriWa - 5/17/15 - Missi Wanderin' in the Woods

Welcome back, y'all! Here we go . . .

“What did . . . mean,” I huffed, struggling to keep up, “when you said . . . honest like I told you to be?”
Luckily, we were coming up on the car and his stride slowed considerably. Without missing a beat he went to my side first and opened the door, as usual, and waited until I was situated before shutting it and getting in himself. His hands were trembling and his eyes darted from side to side, as though he was just waiting for someone to appear at the window. Something in his eyes gave me the impression he wanted something to appear, just so he could deal with it. Icy fingers of fear gripped my spine, leaving me with a sense of utter, terrifying helplessness in the passenger seat. What if he flipped and felt he had to deal with me?
Whatever had clouded his eyes passed almost as quickly as it had come, and he began to speak. “She asked me the same question a million ways, and none if it was about what happened between us . . . she didn’t even let me talk about that.” 

Thanks for stopping by and riding the storm out with me as we make our way through the first chapter of my forthcoming memoir, Missi Wanderin' in the Woods! Leave me a comment and tell me your thoughts, if you like :-) 

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12 comments:

  1. Oh Sara, you dragged me right into the car with you. Your descriptive passages made me weep. My best to you, my friend.

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  2. How suspenseful! Great snippet!

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  3. That was scary and compelling. I think I ended up on the edge of my seat . . . until next week. :-)

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    1. Thank you Christina!! <3 I look forward to seeing you again next week, my friend <3

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  4. Nicely done. Now, I'll be wondering what going to happen next.

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    1. Hi Aine, thanks for the compliment! <3

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  5. What a feeling... to not know when he was going to crack and take all of his tension out on you.

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    1. PTSD is no fun, for sure. Comparable to autism, which we also have in our house. Like living in a house of mirrors sometimes, never knowing which way to turn!

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  6. Definitely a feeling of menace to this scene, very effective excerpt!

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