Until I'm published, there's one sure way to pull writing samples from my laptop to the web. Contests. I love them. The fabulous Shelley Watters has them often and I appreciate her format. I enjoy the interaction and love the feedback. I'm entering her latest offering, so that gives me an opportunity to share page one, again. If you're reading these 250 words for the first time, please share your thoughts. If you read them in an earlier post, here's a chance to enjoy them one more time.
On Fallen Wings.
The Darkness Between Trees
For as long as I could remember, Faeries had danced at Stone Meadow.
I loved dancing and the night was perfect, like a dream. I was innocent to its graces. Raising my arms, I leaned my head back to absorb glowing blue rays on my face and hands. I closed my eyes and caressed the cold tips of grass with my feet, repeating the familiar sway of my steps. As a frosty wisp of air stirred me from my trance, I swept my gown in a circle and spun to kneel where my young sister, Leila, sat watching.
She reached up and parted a long strand of hair from my face. “That was wonderful,” she said. “Are you nervous for tomorrow?”
“Oh, yes.” I fell to the grass. “I can’t believe this is happening.” I covered my face with both hands and cried out with joy. “My Day of Promise, at last.”
Leila rolled onto her stomach and leaned on her elbows, propping her chin with her palms. “What is it like to be in love?”
I grinned at her curiosity and stretched my arms straight. “It’s like dancing barefoot in the meadow under moonlight,” I told her. “Love tickles your toes and then climbs to your heart.” I rolled on the grass. “It spirals toward your fingertips as you spin and spin. Then it reaches up to the moon, grabs its rays, and pulls them down like a warm blanket.”
Leila sighed. My sister’s wide eyes revealed their wanting.