Hello, Readers! It’s been forever since I’ve posted and it feels wonderful to get back into the swing of writing. September is traditionally the busiest month of the year for me. I take a huge sigh of relief when October hits. Take a breath with me. . . in. . . out.
Today’s nippet comes from a flash fiction I wrote for a Halloween Flash Fiction Bash (31 days of Halloween-themed fiction on Facebook and KMN.blogspot.com). It comes from a brainstorming session I did for the novel I’ll be writing during NaNoWriMo. But more on that later.
Mary. Mary. He watched her longingly, secretly, his eyes darting from the basketball he dribbled in his driveway, to her yard across the street. She lounged in the old hammock, reading a book. When he caught her dozing in the shaded coolness of the maple tree, he stared longer, the basketball forgotten. Mary.
Yesterday, she’d smiled and waved at him as he came home from the last day of school. She’d been sitting on the white, wrought-iron bench that had been there for as long as he could remember. He’d somehow managed to wave back, forcing down the mix of thrill and panic that had bubbled up in his chest. Just then, Mary’s green skirt had shifted in a slight breeze, billowing up to show her knees. She’d pushed the fabric down, laughing as she did, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. “Isn’t that silly, Shawny?” he’d heard her say. At the sound of his nickname on her lips, his face had burst out in a grin, quickly followed by a mortified flush. He barely made it into the house, tripping as he fled the scene, as quick as a jackrabbit.