Welcome to my third Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Snippet Sunday post! If you missed the last couple of posts, you can catch up on my new Meanmna ~ #8Sunday page. Continuing the story of Meanmna: Book One of the Daearen Realms, I’m skipping a tiny bit ahead. Sarette and Mathew talked for a minute, he decided not to go with her and headed back to his house. Sarette realized she should have already started her car already and went back inside while it warmed up. When she walked in, she noticed the picture of her father was gone from the mantle, knew her mother was crying over him again and left quietly.
I was still trying to stop thinking about my dad when I pulled onto Maumee Street with one of my favorite songs, “Ain’t Life Grand” by Widespread Panic, playing on the radio.
Music always reminds me of my dad.
I say “reminds me”, but that’s wrong—you have to have actually met someone to be reminded of them.
I don’t even know him.
I think I look like him, but if I squint and tilt my head, I can see mom’s contributions, too.
I have Dad’s hair, at least from what I can tell in the only picture I have of him.
There’s only a quarter of his face and hair showing, but that’s more than I’ve seen of him in person.
He has a beer in his hand and is standing with a gaggle of folks outside some venue, waiting to see Widespread Panic.
The picture is slightly blurry and out of focus because it was blown up from the original.
That’s my dad, though, blurry and out of focus.
A little bit more background for you folks so when strange things start happening, Y’all are like, “Whoa…”
(Oops, is that saying too much?)
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Check back in next week for Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Snippet 4 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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