You know, once you start cleaning, it doesn’t stop right?
I pulled my old lappy out of a pile of tech-crap the huz thought he could keep hidden in a storage closet. Fourteen years of marriage and he still thinks I won’t investigate every nook and cranny in my house for no reason. He’s an eternal optimist. 😆
Anyway, so after
ranting wondering out loud about things which should have been sorted years ago, I turned on the old laptop and came across a document from 2013. These were original notes I had made for a story that I wrote 35 chapters of, before life began to take a nosedive and get a bit out of control. That was the year we launched this blog and sadly for me also the time I had two stories in progress which I let fall to the wayside.
I won’t rehash that time, because 2013 wasn’t the best year for me in many ways.
So, I was reading these notes last night (which made me share the Reminisce post with you all,) and I came across this passage I remember first jotting down on the back of an electric bill, because it just came to me and I had to pen it down. 😆
The passage ended up fitting so well with an idea that had been brewing in my head, that after a few weeks of mulling it over, I wrote 10 chapters of the story and decided to start sharing it online. This particular character (who I will call ‘K’ 😉 ) was one of my favorites that I had written. Like my female lead in Mystic Skies, this one was also not overly complex, but a bright young girl on her way to learning who/what she was both as a person and a woman.
I’d like to revisit K at some point, properly, as well as the other characters I had penned in Ne’er the Rose. I sort of feel bad to have left her hanging with her life at an upcoming crossroad. Not that I don’t feel bad for leaving a great bunch of readers with half a story, because I do.
Maybe I’ll find the time to write K and the others again. I know I enjoyed doing it the first time around. But, till then, here’s a little dream sequence of K from NtR.
I guess this is the month of reminisce for me? LOL
It was red, all of it, every inch of the shimmering blaze in the distance. A haze. Waves of glowing light like a fire or, sweltering mists. She wasn’t sure. She could feel its warmth, a growing heat spreading over her skin.
The fiery mirage faded, replaced by cool refreshing streams, gentle touches and soothing sounds. A soft voice cooed in her ear. Endless whispers. Loving whispers.
And, then they were gone.
The loss distressed her. She searched for them, struggling wildly till they returned, gentle and light against her skin.
Warm lips brushed her cheek and whispered to her again. “No.”
And it all began to spin, round and around, the haze, the fiery mist, the sounds, moving away with furious speed, her body spinning with the pressure, so fast, so sudden, till she forgot the voice, the touch.
She was standing in the dark now.
The scents around her filled her senses, they were mild and fragrant, strong and overwhelming. Confusing. She looked around and saw nothing. Only darkness.
A beam of light flashed over her, and she looked down. She saw it then, at her feet, its dark unfurled petals glistening with tiny dew drops. A single bloom.
It had no color.
Slowly, she lowered herself to the ground and lifted it onto her palm, her fingers curling around the velvet softness. It was so lush and pretty. She smiled.
A surge of wind swept around her. Startled, she looked for its source, her fingers loosening. The breeze lifted the stem from her palm, blowing the fragrant bloom away. She cried out, scrambling forward, her fingers reaching for it, but the wind howled with glee and tossed it up to where she couldn’t touch it. She ran towards it, but she stumbled and began to fall.
She heard a soft whisper. “No.”
And all around her, it went dark again.
The tears fell from her eyes and she wept, deep choking sobs. Distress and panic clutched her heart, and with it a slow, cold and rising fear.
It was gone. Her rose was gone.
She was alone.
© Anne J. Dias – Ne’er the Rose