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tenminutesaday2022-05-13 06:14 am
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Fill: Challenge 52 Original-Lemy'es
I don't know if the Hillembohn-Sollits end up leaving Jon. That's far down the line (not that it precludes me from writing about it) and not something I have dwelled on or explored or the characters have been particularly insistent about telling me, but if it did happen this might be how it goes.
Teigan strapped down the final piece of what they were taking with them on the wagon. All that was left was to hook up the team and go. He turned towards the house and put his back to the side of the wagon. They had been prepared for this since the day they bought the land twenty years ago, he just never expected it to quite fall this way. Having the time to pick and choose what to take and leave behind was strange. The assumption was always a quick getaway, only the essentials, a small bag packed for each family member and that would have been it. As traumatic as a sudden run would have been, this slow motion detachment left a lingering sting like the too-slow removal of a bandage.
"You didn't expect to miss it, did you?" Kayrin asked as she came up beside him, lacing her fingers between his.
He lifted his arm and pulled her in front of him, resting his head on her shoulder, still staring at the house and the barn that peeked out behind it. "It wasn't as bad as I first feared." He admitted.
"The trees helped." She said off-handedly.
"Hm," it wasn't quite a laugh, but she could feel him smile against her cheek at their private joke. "It did break up the monotony." He agreed.
They stood silent for a while, content in each other's presence. "What do we do with the rest of it?" She finally asked, tilting her head towards his.
Teigan drew in a deep breath and set his jaw. "Burn it all: the house, the shop, barn, all of it. They don't get anything we had. Whatever we can't take returns to Kalshuhrgan. The land around them is already cleared, it's just a matter of doing it."
Kayrin frowned and let out a low, "hmm," as she thought about what he said. It seemed a waste at first, but as she contemplated everything that was in there, tools, the machines Teigan had built, even the plumbing and the meager wiring for what little electricity they had, all Klamon things that didn't belong, she understood his reason. "No reason to wait."
Somewhat random thought, have you considered scattering phrase prompts? Instead of "set out this scene" challenges you could do a phrase or several that would be integrated into the piece or be the jumping off point like "steam from a cup" or "living statue" etc.
Teigan strapped down the final piece of what they were taking with them on the wagon. All that was left was to hook up the team and go. He turned towards the house and put his back to the side of the wagon. They had been prepared for this since the day they bought the land twenty years ago, he just never expected it to quite fall this way. Having the time to pick and choose what to take and leave behind was strange. The assumption was always a quick getaway, only the essentials, a small bag packed for each family member and that would have been it. As traumatic as a sudden run would have been, this slow motion detachment left a lingering sting like the too-slow removal of a bandage.
"You didn't expect to miss it, did you?" Kayrin asked as she came up beside him, lacing her fingers between his.
He lifted his arm and pulled her in front of him, resting his head on her shoulder, still staring at the house and the barn that peeked out behind it. "It wasn't as bad as I first feared." He admitted.
"The trees helped." She said off-handedly.
"Hm," it wasn't quite a laugh, but she could feel him smile against her cheek at their private joke. "It did break up the monotony." He agreed.
They stood silent for a while, content in each other's presence. "What do we do with the rest of it?" She finally asked, tilting her head towards his.
Teigan drew in a deep breath and set his jaw. "Burn it all: the house, the shop, barn, all of it. They don't get anything we had. Whatever we can't take returns to Kalshuhrgan. The land around them is already cleared, it's just a matter of doing it."
Kayrin frowned and let out a low, "hmm," as she thought about what he said. It seemed a waste at first, but as she contemplated everything that was in there, tools, the machines Teigan had built, even the plumbing and the meager wiring for what little electricity they had, all Klamon things that didn't belong, she understood his reason. "No reason to wait."
Somewhat random thought, have you considered scattering phrase prompts? Instead of "set out this scene" challenges you could do a phrase or several that would be integrated into the piece or be the jumping off point like "steam from a cup" or "living statue" etc.
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That's a great idea! I set the comm up to have pretty directed challenges so that the writer can launch right into writing to get their ten minutes a day; with single phrases, I find that I spend too much time trying to come up with the idea. However, I would definitely prefer some mix-up of the types of challenges, and a phrase is a good start - much better (at least to me) than single-word prompts, which always leave me stymied for a bit. I think tomorrow's challenge will be a phrase. :)
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I'm glad you like the prompt idea, we'll see how it works out for the group!