Dear Readers, Followers, and Friends —
On this day of my 54th birthday, I celebrate by thanking you for reading my blog, your comments, and the friendships that I have made since I decided to join the world of blogging on December 20th, 2014. When I shared this idea with you I said that I would write a short story with the sentences and ideas that you sent my way.
As I wrote tonight, I realized that what I have written is not a short story (yes, it’s approximately 250 words), but it grew to have a life of its own, and just might turn itself into a much longer work. Dare I say, that these opening paragraphs are the beginning of that journey I spoke of, of actually writing my first novel? Tell me what you think so far…..don’t be shy! I want feedback. No, scratch that, I NEED feedback! Just so you know, it has no title as of yet. Need to see where I’m headed….So…..are you ready? Here it comes!
He had agonized over by which direction to leave the courtyard of the town square, circling away from the bonfire again. He couldn’t bear to catch her eye because if he did, all the courage he had mustered to leave would be gone. He was leaving his lady love knowing full well that without even the slightest of an explanation, he had broken her heart. He only hoped that she would never discover why he had left. The further he walked, his cowboy boots felt like two cement blocks, and the less he could smell the burning bonfire mixed with the sweet smell of her intoxicating perfume. The faintest of its fragrance still on the palm of his hand where he had gently touched her cheek wet with her tears. His pace slowed, remembering her last words to him.
He remembered her looking at him lovingly. “Surprise me,” she said.
He had told her he’d return one day and that when he did they would never be apart again.
I glance at Sharon, who is sitting to my left, and who hasn’t said a word. Surely she knows I’m upset. Has he sworn her to secrecy? I’m stunned that she, the woman I have trusted since we were children with my deepest secrets, hasn’t even made an effort to comfort me.
The bonfire has been doused, so all that is left is return to her cabin and pray that her beloved cowboy would return to her side as he had promised.