It has been a while, a very LONG while, since I last posted on any blogs other than the occasional blurb on Facebook. Last known post here was back in November. Her we are at the end of April.
Not a lot has happened during these five months. Very little in fact beyond work and taking care of myself, my son, and our family. Naturally, my three cats get the lion’s share of the attention but then, they are our furry overlords and must be treated as such. If either of them demand my attention, they’ll get it in some form or another. Naturally, it is never enough… to them.
But, as the title of this post says, I am writing again. It has been too long. A couple of years too long since I actually sat down and wrote. I guess college burned me out that badly as far as writing. Speech class alone was a LOT of writing, then there was English Comp and Lit to slog through. Yeah, there was a lot of writing.
This story is not yet named, but it starts off rather sad. Depressing if you ask me, and it wasn’t easy to write. It just came to me one day at work and I guess my general mood added to the overall idea of how to start this one off. But, the fact of the matter is, I am back to writing.
So, to prove I am doing something, here’s an excerpt:
(Warning: it is a bit long)
Slowly, Firiel looked up at Tish then a soft laugh bubbled its way up her sore throat. “I keep telling you, Tish, there is no need to be so formal with us.” Though the laugh started a coughing fit which curled the old cat up in pain, she still maintained a brighter outlook. As best as she could, she waved off her mate when he tried to help her through the episode. “No. Vorn, I’ll be fine,” she finally gasped as she relaxed.
“Mom, please,” pleaded her son before the look all children have come to understand from their mothers appeared in the weather face. “We love you. Let us help you through this.”
“No, son.” She whispered, struggling to get just a few more minutes with her family. “I’ll be fine.” Then, with the last of her strength, she sat up and pointed towards a dusty old box sitting on a shelf beside a large soft cushion. “Look in that box. My rings. Make sure Rhaina get the turquoise one, Minka. That one is hers. Yours is my bonding ring.” She gave her daughter a weakened smile then gave her attention to her son. “There is a gold band in there, that one is yours. Tish, my pearl pendant is for you. Use them to remember me by.”
No sooner had the last words left her lips then she lost any strength she had left. Her body slumped back against the pillows and she lay there gasping for her last breath. Vorn slipped his arms around her shoulder and listened to her heart work hard to keep beating slowing with each remaining beat.
“I… love… you…” she whispered softly into his ear with her final breath. Her eyes closed then her body went still. As if a switch went off, the color drained from her fur with the last rattling breath left her body.
Wracked by uncontrollable sobbing, Vorn held beloved wife tight in his arms while his children watched; unable to believe that their mother was gone. “I’ll always love you, Firiel. Always.” He choked his words into her cheek fur, clinging to her lifeless body as if just holding on tight would bring her back.
Micah, Tish, and Minka watched, trying not to believe what their own senses told them. Tears rolled down their cheeks in fresh rivers unchecked. Only their father’s sobs could be heard in the quiet of the bower. His grief knew no bounds. Theirs was too fresh to accept but it was growing quickly within them.
I hope you enjoyed this. Maybe more will be shared later. For now, feel free to critique and comment.
Ciao for now!