Tuesday, April 27, 2010

And so it begins...

NOT an outtake.  Unless, of course, the preponderance of comments is hate it! Feedback welcome.  Requested?  Desired?  Prepared for?  (that means I'm liquored up)

You know how you wake up with a start and you’re in that hazy place between dreaming and fully awake and you’re not sure what’s what and what’s not?  Well, I was right there, but I was also face down in the grass and there was all this shouting going on somewhere behind me. 
            I lay in a daze looking at feet through tall spears of grass.  I suppose they could have been blades, but the way my forehead, left knee, elbow and palm were feeling, I was pretty sure they were spears. 
            A pair of large hands grabbed me by the waist and hauled me up from my nest.  As I arced like a ragdoll through the air, I saw a bicycle all akimbo in the grass.  Its front basket bent sideways, the kickstand poking up like an accusing finger at the blue sky.
            “Oy, Miss!  I thought I’d killed ya!” The big man with the red mustache and the massive shoulders turned me around to face him.  “Aye, that’s a nasty bruise on yer forehead,” he frowned.
I reached up and touched the goose egg that was blooming from my noggin.  It was throbbing enough so that not quite touching it made me say “ouch.”
The man appeared even larger at this close range.  He was so near to me that I could smell the cigarettes on his breath and when I looked up I could see that his mustache hairs were darker at the roots.  On the tips they were the color of a nicely done pumpkin pie.  Near his skin they were the color of bricks.  Funky.
“I di’ not see ya comin’ til it was too late.  Ya should be more careful.”  He was holding me at arm’s length now, inspecting me for damage.  He was clearly a person used to being in charge.  “How ya feelin’ now?”
I smiled and my goose egg throbbed double time.  “I’m okay.  I uh…”
“Well, I thin’ we ought to get ya to the quack just to be sure.  Felix! Grab 'er bike and put it in the lorry,” he pointed into the grass as he issued orders to the lanky young man who’d been standing quietly by smoking a cigarette.  Felix took a last drag off his cigarette, dropped it and stepped on it as he went to retrieve the bicycle which was, according to the very large man, mine.
Now this was all well and good except that just a moment before I found myself lying in the grass in a place that was unfamiliar to me, next to a bicycle I’d never seen before and presumably having been knocked off said bike by a vintage delivery truck driven by a big man with a quaint accent - possibly British (and please don’t expect me to keep up with the dialect in this story because that’s not happening), I was driving a 2006 Toyota Corolla south on Austell Road near Atlanta.
As you can well imagine, the bump on my head and skinned body parts were the least of my worries. 


  1. OK, I want to know WTF comes next, lady . . .

    Just one teensy critical note. Adverbs, as in "impossibly broad shoulders"? Years and years ago I learned that adverbs are the crabgrass of literature, to be destroyed at all costs. It has reached the point where, say, J. K. Rowling, an otherwise superb writer, gets me twitchy with her abverbial excess. And don't get me started on the alleged "literary" horror fiction, The Historian. The book would have been thirty pages shorter if the author had removed the excess adverbiage.

    Teensy-weensy, nonsensical. From a story pov - I want more.


  2. Love time/place travel - who doesn't?

  3. Grab 'em and never let 'em go.

    Ps. different genres have different styles and there's nothing wrong with that, all a matter of personal taste.

  4. Dammit, now I wanna read more! You are such a tease--what happens next???? :)

    Good work! :)

  5. Well, I want to know what comes next. A very good sign.

  6. Mysterious yet intriguing. He's more of a Scot than any Englishman I ever heard.

  7. I cannot wait to read more! I'm hooked. Just reel me in.

  8. @Susan, I was thinking Irish. I think writing dialogue is hard. Dialogue with a brogue? Damned near impossible, but I like it. I don't know how you fully execute it, but I can't wait to see what Lisa does with it!

  9. Okay, I could TOTALLY visualize and FEEL every single scene. I was hanging on every word! More please!!!!!!

  10. Wow!! I can't wait to read more,you're very talented!!!

  11. There's hookery in here. My only quibble is the word grass appearing three times near the beginning, so close to each other.


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