Here we are at day nine of the blog tour. Wow, it’s going fast.
This has been an awesome experience so far, and it only promises to keep getting better.
Archaeolibrarian – I dig good books! (Day 7 blog host) had something very nice to say about Shattered.
“…Thoroughly enjoyed this tale and can recommend it without reservations!…”
Come with me and check out who is talking about Shattered today.
Magic Within the pages
This Redhead LOVES Books
Books and Bubble Bath
S & N Books and More
Disclaimer: All blog hosts have been accepted by Hot Tree Promotions and may not host’G’ rated sites.
Day 9 – A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene from the three different points of view.
Still not midday.
Pulling out my knitting to help pass the time, I glanced around the park. It’s a beautiful day. Warm enough to be comfortable, cool enough to need a jacket, clear blue sky and the sound of birds in the nearby trees. There were worse places to wait.
The wool on my fingers is rough and comforting. I don’t need to think about the pattern or stiches any more. Not for a long time. Not since I was five and learning from my grandma.
I think it’s sweet that the couple over there is holding hands. Young love. There’s nothing like it. I don’t know why they both have to wear black though. Today’s youth seemed to shun colour. Smiling I look down at the creation in my lap. The wool had been labelled ‘lobster’. I didn’t really like the label but I loved the colour. It is perfect for a boisterous three year old. Bright and full of life. I would see him today. My first great-grandchild. Children really did grow up fast these days. They no longer wanted to remain children.
I glanced at my broach-watch.
Still not midday.
The park was nearly empty. How could it not be raining? It should be raining. Instead it was bright sunshine.
It was Sunday. I knew it was Sunday. I didn’t want it to be Sunday. Sunday ended it all.
Michael was right. A walk was good. There were too many people. Friends, family…a crowd. I didn’t want to give anymore hugs. I didn’t want to hear any more platitudes. I didn’t even want to be here. I wanted the world to go away. I wanted an explanation. I wanted this to all be a dream. A nightmare. Nightmare dissipated in daylight. It was bright sunshine today. It should all be gone.Read More »