As the lateness of this post attests, things have been crazy lately. I have to be content with baby steps right now. I am writing every day, even if some days it is only a handful of sentences. I am continuing to discard, pack, and plan for the move, in the face of having to travel for several days next week. I have donned my hiking boots to scale the mountain that lies between today and two weeks from today when the trip will be done, the old place will be empty and the new place will be festooned with boxes and possibilities. Until then, I can only plead sleep deprivation and stress have robbed me of any interesting developments to offer my readers. All my words are going into my writing, it seems, so here is a small offering.
I have 12 sentences for this snippet, 6+(1+5)=12. It follows right after the snippet from last Wednesday.
I shook off the worst of the disappointment—I could cry in my beer later. “I needed an honest answer, and I got one; I can’t complain.”
She put her hand on my cheek, turning my face to hers, as I had done to her earlier. “I do love you, Johnny, I just . . .” her voice died away.
“It’s okay, really. Let’s not spoil the evening.” I pulled her into my arms, burying my face in her hair, breathing the scent of her, praying that she wouldn’t disappear. I didn’t regret asking; I couldn’t have spent another hour with Helen without asking. “I won’t badger you about it, I promise,” I said, although I wasn’t sure I could bear to ask her again.
Helen pulled away just enough to reach up to kiss me; she had no idea what she was doing to me, but I was amazed that my heart didn’t explode or just stop. I had grown up among people who lived hard lives, and romance did not prosper among such arid conditions. Yes, there was love, but it was hard-won, worn smooth by adversity.