Tears Won't Soften Steel
Johannes wakes at dusk. Sierra's perfidy stinging like a wasp.
He stands on the balcony, waiting for the night's darkness.
Furtively, he moves like a panther to the back of the motel. A storm drain.
Grunting, he heaves it up, sets it on the concrete. Fishing line.
A satchel. He pulls it up. Unties it. Replaces the storm drain.
The weight of the satchel brings a frenzy of emotions.
He's never told Sierra.
With the satchel safely tucked inside his backpack, he leaves.
Firmly closing the motel door behind.
Hurrying to the highway, determined to catch her before New Orleans.
- Category: Alternative History
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Samantha Grace Bishop about 9 years ago
OK. So. I am realizing things here.
1) writing narrative fiction is a lot harder than it looks. Especially in Drabble form.
2) this story of star crossed lovers Johannes & Sierra is much bigger than I originally thought.
3)buckle up, because this is going to be a bumpy, violent, sexy, drug addled, crazy ride... -
Samantha Grace Bishop about 9 years ago
Oh. And at some point I am going to come up with a suitable title other than what I originally set out calling it - Cognitive Dissonance - but I will give that some time.
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Elizabeth O. Smith about 9 years ago
I think you're doing an excellent job so far; keep it up.
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D.M. about 9 years ago
I agree! I look forward to reading more. I am always in awe at how several writers, yourself included, are able to write long fiction one hundred words at a time while maintaining suspense and powerful endings for each individual drabble. You are the Dickens of our time!
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John Judge about 9 years ago
Agreed; this definitely has legs. Keep it up.
