With apologies to Stephen King for the title.
Another fiction prompt from my good friend, Jolene.
Here are your story line (+ can’t kill MC):
Gerald Hailstone had the necessary paperwork. What he didn’t have, as it turned out, was authorization to share that paperwork.
An oversight. Obviously.
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Vengeance, My Heart is a work of serialized fiction. Jump to key story links to read earlier content.
The man who had taken the hare from the stranger spit the carcass and seared it over the flames. The stranger noticed the woman who had poured the coffee was too close a resemblance to be anything but the man’s daughter and watched her cut up root vegetables and put them into a small kettle of boiling water. It would not amount to much, but it was luxurious fare for those used to the road and even a small tin cup of the stuff was better than hardtack and stale water sitting in a skin all day.
She was lean, but not a sinewy, spindly leanness. Her father did well enough doing whatever he did to keep her modestly fed.
A young man sat in the family’s wain, hat pulled low over his eyes, a long gun cradled in his arms. He seemed to be napping for a watch against the roaming desert nightgaunts that liked to nest near the mesas when true night decided to stop for a visit. Probably the older man’s son.
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nameless oh nameless
nameless oh love
in the meadow
in the meadow, oh—
hey nonny none
blackwork & ebon
carved to your arm
nameless oh
nameless, oh
hey nonny none
closed eyed of window
in the nightfall you'll come
through the meadow
wraithing nameless, oh
hey nonny none
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don't dare dream, said she,
everything ends up in unbelieve
when one dares dream
she drew down the sheets,
laid naked on the bed
and said:
hon', put away that dream
and come quickly to me
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after this long
wræclāst of wander to
stone step ragged roads
marked in wrap and rag
and thorn
light thrusts through
eiderdown above
warming face and stone
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is sowilo, the sun. Sowilo is the source of enlightenment, for lighting the way and illumination. It is also called the “icebreaker” and gives power to an “attack”, ensuring success and/or prosperity. This rune also represents hope, the light at the end of a long darkness.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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The Sunshine Blogger Award is making the round again this year. Generally, I don’t participate as it is intended you participate when it has come my way (posting commented answers to the posed questions but not posting as a participant). However, Veselin, Natalie, and Sandy have all kindly nominated me to be a recipient in this round and I feel like I should act as part of the community rather than stand outside of it.
Thank you, all three of you for the nominations. If I forgot someone who recently nominated me, please let me know so I can correct that.
So, for the first time since these awards started circulating…
Let’s do this thing.
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burnt toast persists
a gift from those wee
those best unseen
lingering at the shadow
i have not the dream
to share that their gift
is welcome not in these
grey hours kissed
with gold
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Vengeance, My Heart is a work of serialized fiction. Jump to key story links to read earlier content.
The wind carried them to her.
At first there were the smells — burning mesquite lilted on the air, teasing tendrils caught in faint, then ever stronger plumes. Then musk of horse mixed with the odor of unwashed bodies of travelers, sour on the currents, tantalizing with the promise of something more than mirage.
Fallow caught the smells too, turning her ears forward, the tempo of her gait increasing by the smallest fraction of a beat. She whinnied as if to tell the stranger that there was a camp ahead of them, in case the signs were missed by her rider. Camp meant people. And where there were people, there might be horses. And other horses might mean feed.
Of the crow, there was no sign. It had gone its own way some time ago as it was wont to do — somewhere ahead of her in the scrub, she reckoned, in the mesquite along the mesa’s foot. The stranger hardly gave the matter more than the briefest of thoughts.
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I will admit it. I occasionally check out other platforms to deliver my writing on. You know, like that meme of the guy checking out another girl while holding his significant other’s hand and her being appalled… Yeah, I’m the guy, the sig other is WordPress and I am ogling the other services.
While there is a lot of positives to be said about WordPress, there is also 20+ years of baggage that comes with the platform. In trying to be everything to everyone it does have elements that are bloated for your average blogger. Some of that slow-down is self-inflicted when you add plugins (which have their own security risks), but there are plenty of parts under the hood that most of you never have seen, let alone used or needed.
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hey all.
a new addition of my first published book is now in larger format and available in hardcover. i just got my copy today and it looks great.
if you haven’t purchased it previously, and feel like giving me a little support, you should check out the larger size and consider purchasing a copy.
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