As I mentioned Monday, Sara Biren over at Crow River Writer has been hosting a virtual winter writing retreat this week. While I've failed to post any day except Monday, I haven't been idle. The retreat really inspired me to crack down on my WIP so, I'm going to share a snippet of my work here!
This is the current status of the beginning of my rewrite. Right now I'm calling it Stars and Stripes (a pun, of sorts). We'll see if it sticks.
The faces of the dead watched her from the sky. Their mouths agape, limbs severed, bleeding into the cold February night. Danielle stared back. She held her arms tightly around her chest, her white nightgown thin against her skin. Tears streamed down her face as death played itself out across the stars. She wanted to look away, to blot out the terror so heavy on that dark blue canvas, but it would be a dishonor to the fallen, and she couldn’t bring herself to turn her back on the carnage.
She rested her hands on the window frame and pressed her forehead against the cold glass, keeping her eyes fixed on the stars. Their song roared thick in her ears in minor tones, all melancholy and pain.
Danielle fumbled her hand along the window seat until she reached the black quartz her father had given her for her birthday almost a year ago. He had placed it in her hands, and it was as if something had unlocked inside her. At first the world became all shimmering light, but then that light had settled like dust into lines all around her.
She wrapped her fingers around the crystal and tore her eyes from the sky. She watched the blackness swirl out of the center of the quartz until it was clear in her hand.
She took a deep breath and looked up. Clouds began to roll in from the west. Still, the star lines glimmered above her, dancing through the window to the air around her face. They made her green eyes, fresh with tears, shine in the night. Danielle embraced the closest line and let its peace fill her.
Too many had died.
“Where?” Danielle whispered into the darkness. The only response was the stars’ hollow song. They never spoke.
Did you participate in this week's retreat? Do you have any work to share? Please post a link in the comments!