Woodland Mama came up with one fantastic challenge. And Fun too! Here’s what she asked of us this week:
- ~Write the beginning of an unusual love story (not a real one). I only want the first paragraph. You can add an illustration or a picture to spice it up if you are really daring. Now don’t be afraid. You blog, so you can do it.
…and naturally I got carried away, it really should be written in more than ONE paragraph, but I kept it as one so I wouldn’t be known as a ‘cheater’ rofl.
With my back to the sun, I was lounging on the firey sand atop my freshly laundered, but tattered, beach towel as I read my paperback novel. The sound of the surf was making for a wonderful, lazy, day. The tropical breeze was spinning its way through the reed weave of my large brimmed hat, and tossing the tendrils of my dark brown hair. The day couldn’t have been more perfect. I was young back then. The day was peaceful. I was alone as I wanted to be. I wasn’t much of a socialite and I enjoyed my quiet time being by myself, taking a break from a long burdensome week of working at the office in the city. The book I was reading was a sultry romance. One I was enjoying and I admit, I had difficulty not taking it to work with me and just forgetting my routine and what was expected of me at my job. It would have been so easy to just forget the mundanes of my five day employment, and …..turn the pages of reverie and daydream of a fantasy life of Jake and Sarah. As I began a new chapter, Jake was searching. Searching for his lost love. Sarah. She had mysteriously disappeared and his loss haunted him. They had made passionate love on the tropical island that for as much as they knew, no one else inhabited. Then, she left him…left him with just the memory of the beautiful, green-eyed brunette that engulfed him with such passion. As I readied my thumb and finger to flip the page to continue helping Jake with his search for Sarah, a shadow was cast on my book from behind. Tho startled, I turned to find what was darkening my world. There, behind me, was Jake!! He was deeply tanned, and he had aged a bit from the author’s description in the front pages of the fiction I was traversing. But it was him. That instant I knew this man…he was the man I too have been searching for; I was so much like the second character of the artists conception between the paper pages of the book. I was Sarah———
[Rayne will host next week]
