It's almost Thanksgiving in America, and I can already smell the turkey and jellied cranberry. But before I can indulge in a home-cooked meal at my parents' house, I've got another eight sentences to share with you!
This week is another eight sentences from The Haunted Lingerie. They provide a little insight into Misty's past, particularly how she dealt with the death of her father at such a young age, and why autumn is never a happy time for her.
Misty didn’t care for the changing colors. She was reminded too much of her father’s last days in the hospital, staring out his window at those trees, hanging on even after her mother had sat down at his bedside and told him through a veil of tears that he could let go as soon as he was ready.
Her father had smiled, kissed her on the forehead, and drawn her close against his frail, skeletal body.
I’ll go when they change, Mary, he told her, giving her body the best squeeze his atrophied arms could manage. I wanna see the colors one last time.
He hadn’t made it that long.
Misty had been one of those kids who believed in magic; who saw so much of the world as charmed; who believed that evil could always be overthrown by good and that any curse could be shattered by true love’s kiss.
But she stopped believing in it – any of it – when her father died while the leaves were still green.
I hope you enjoyed this week's eight. If you're in America, I wish you a very happy Thanksgiving! If you're in Canada, happy belated! And if you're elsewhere, I hope you've had a great weekend so far and that it only gets better from here.
How poignant. You really reach out to your reader's emotional strings with this snippet.
ReplyDeleteA very emotional snippet, has quite an impact - well done! I'm with Chelle, the only word is poignant. Great 8!
ReplyDeleteCount me in. You pulled my heart strings 'til I almost cried in recognition with the feeling. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteaww. Darn it Nora, you're good at this :-D
ReplyDeleteTissue box at hand for this eight. So very touching!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, excellent piece of writing, I applaud you Nora!
ReplyDeleteThis one brought tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteOh Nora.... excellent, excellent snippet. I love the comparison of the changing and falling of the leaves with the father's death. Very emotional. Well done!
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