They went to Los Angelos to meet his parents
The light faded as the Chevy moved through the desert. Chewing on her nails, she watched Jesse from the corner of her eye. Several times she had opened her mouth to speak but had closed it without making a sound - words where far away.
‘I love you’ Jesse said, glancing at her for a moment, before returning his eyes to the road.
She turned to face him.
‘I love you’ he said again.
Tears fell down her face. He stopped the Chevy, gravel crunched under his feet as he walked round to open her door. Lifting her out of the truck he cradled her in his arms.
‘She’s gone, sweetheart,’ he murmured as he rocked her, ‘Mama’s gone’.
‘Where Daddy? Where has she gone?’ her little voice whispered against his cheek.
‘Heaven baby, Mama is in heaven’ Jack answered.
‘I miss her Daddy.’
‘So do I.’ he said
‘Can Mama see stars in heaven, Daddy?’ she asked looking up to the sky
‘I don’t know baby.’ He said, as he looked up into the vast blackness that was twinkling with light
‘I think Mama can see the stars Daddy.’
‘I hope she can, baby. Mama loved stars and she knew their names.’ Jesse said .
‘Will you teach me the names of the stars Daddy?’
‘I will.’ Setting her down on the ground, he pointed out the North Star and said that was the one they were following to the ocean.
‘Why are we going to the Ocean Daddy?’
‘I’m taking you home baby, to where I grew up with Gramps and Granna on Leo Carrillo State Beach.’
Jeff asked us to publish something that we have never shared with anyone today, as part of Day 4 of his series 15 Habits of Great Writers. To practice to have a go and put our work out there. I have shared with you a tiny story that I wrote in 15 minutes after reading this prompt on another of my favourite blogs, Joe Bunting's The Write Practice. This is the second snippet of my fiction that I have shared with you. (You can read the first here.)
I let go mostly easily of my work - on my blog, in my scripts, in my published articles - because there is something inside of me that knows this is what I have to do. That feeling is still there with fiction, but my tummy is full of butterflies, there's a slightly sick taste in my mouth.
I am pertified.
What will you think of my words, of my story, of my dialogue?
But I am letting go and giving this little story to you. I really hope you enjoy it, tell me if you do or you don't in the comments.
I have taken a deep breath and am shipping because that is the thing about writers - we have to ship, to let it go.
Let me know what you think.
That's it for now ...
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