If we were having coffee, I might blink at you a few times, then apologize for keeping you waiting, because I wasn’t expecting you! The days have gotten a little jumbled up in big changes this month, and more of my own cups are getting cold several times over before I finish them (unless I never get around to finishing them. That’s happened a few times, too, lately.
If you’ve been out in the yard long, I hope you took a bit of time to appreciate it, despite or maybe because of the getting-shaggy grass festooned in a confetti of dandelions, or the hostas and irises poking their leaves audaciously out of the earth, or the paperwhites in bloom, or the buds on the two big lilac bushes. Those are still small, tight little lavender clusters, but they hold the promise of fleeting purple beauty and that scent that means spring to me…
Maybe by next weekend. For today, would you mind if we had our coffee out there? I’ve been trying to get outside daily, but I’ve been doing Other Things, so far today, and haven’t been out yet. We’ve got the two comfy camp chairs out there, and I can bring out the little table to put our drinks on. I also have fresh berries (strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries, clementine oranges, and ice cream in several varieties. While it’s a little cooler today than it’s been the last couple of days, it’s still very pleasant out, with a light breeze.
Now that we’re settled, I’ll start off by warning you: It’s a kinetic time in my life, so I may just be distracted at any time, with little or no warning. That’s what happened last week – I started a post, then got distracted, and before I knew it, I’d been swallowed up by those Other Things…
The upshot is that I’ve been away longer than I planned to be...since the very beginning of a novel draft that’s now somewhere between half and two-thirds complete, as a matter of fact.
So, to make up a little for my absence, I thought I’d offer you a little temptation from that novel draft, which is a prequel to my Kifo Island series-in-progress. I think I’ll leave off the context, since I don’t think you’ll need it to get a sense of the moment.
We can call this bit “Intersection.”
Drea waited at the quiet early afternoon intersection, still not quite sure what she was going to do.
She looked left, toward the corner after next, right before the road curved a bit into the trees. That was Devin’s corner; she could see just a tiny slice of his yard.
She looked to the right. Nothing to see there.
And then she looked left again – and drove straight toward home. Toward Tim, and all the questions that still lie between them, like one of those hedges at the Pascal place.
Toward the hope of finding answers, and the fear over what they would be.
So that’s one of the things that’s been keeping me away...and now, I hear the siren song of the laptop keyboard and the characters vainly wishing I didn’t have more trouble on its way to them! =)
It was lovely to have this time with you, but I hope you’ll excuse me. Please feel free to sit here as long as you like – even take a refill from the carafe, if you wamt…