Welcome to my much delayed eighteenth Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Snippet Sunday post! Missed all ya’ll! But sometimes life… you know? If you missed any of the previous posts or need a refresher on the entire story, you can catch up on my Meanmna ~ #8Sunday page.
What you missed: Technically, nothing but it’s been a while so let me refresh your memory of where we are with the story. Elwin told Sarette he had been sent by her family to help her get ready to meet them, Elwin. Sarette freaked out, kicked him out of her car, and drove home.
The dashboard clock said 8:05 when I pulled into the driveway and wondered what, if anything, I should tell my mom.
Mom had to work early, but the kitchen lights were on.
She was probably checking Facebook or re-tweeting some inspirational meme with an ocean photo and an unattributed motivational quote.
I can’t talk to her about what Elwin, the mystery man, just said; bringing up my dad would make for a day trip on an emotional roller coaster.
I learned a long time ago that if I wanted Mom to keep acting like Mom, I shouldn’t bring him up, ever.
She gets so sad and tries to push through, but it takes so much out of her and watching her go through that, takes a lot out of me as well.
But what if what Elwin said is actually true?
Wouldn’t Mom like to know that she could see him, my dad, again?
I mean, it’s my dad!
Okay, I needed to talk to her, right now; but, what the hell will I say?
What do you think she should say?
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Check back in next week for Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Snippet 19 of Meanmna: Book One of the Daearen Realms!
But, if you can’t wait for next week…
Seventeen-year-old Sarette has always thought of her life as average, even a bit boring. She does well in school, has a loving mother and a loyal best friend, Mathew. Of course, she has her problems as well—cold Michigan winters, a long-lost father she knows nothing about, and the lack of a boyfriend. She also has the vague sensation that she is being watched by some unseen entity, but figures that means she’s average and crazy.
Nothing could be further from the truth . . .
Daearen isn’t much different than the human world.
Imagine a world where science is replaced with magic.
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