Wednesday Write-in #59

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window of opportunity  ::  churn  ::  rubicon  ::  advance  ::  breeze

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42 thoughts on “Wednesday Write-in #59

  1. The Trap
    It was dark. A cool breeze had sprung up, chilling his sweaty body. His stomach was churning as he crawled forward, advancing slowly towards the compound. He could just make out the shapes of his small unit as they moved silently through the undergrowth. They had to make the hit tonight, quick and dirty, or the window of opportunity would be lost. Their informer said the hostages would be moved to a new location at dawn.
    Through the perimeter fence now, no time for retreat; they had crossed the rubicon. But they had been betrayed. Lights blazed on and rebel bullets easily found their targets. In minutes all that remained to mark the failed rescue were four bloody bodies rapidly cooling in the strengthening breeze.

  2. Hi, everyone. This is short and depressing, but I really didn’t want another week to pass without participating. Look forward to reading.

    Amsterdam
    She stands in her glass cage, a creature of the night, a haunted mannequin with blood red lips that promise to collude in the darkest of fantasies. Stick thin legs strike a pose that claim she’s as sassy as her fine fishnets. ‘She’s seen and done it all,’ says the gaudy nylon tack that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
    But it’s day two in this window of opportunity and she’s tired, and she’s aching and she’s far from home.

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  5. Hi everyone,
    Here’s mine.(I posted this at 3 this morning but it doesn’t seem to have appeared-must have been my 3 in the morning-ness!)

    Leaving
    The future came to him as an explosion of images; just moments, snippets and fragments that still leave everything open and possible. He could see himself on an airplane, flying somewhere, alone. Not really that surprising given that he’d been offered an internship at N.A.S.A.
    With Elizabeth still undergoing treatment in hospital Sam didn’t really even consider accepting the proposal. It was everything he could have dreamed of but abandoning his family at such a precarious time wasn’t an option. Or so he thought.
    His ego, the part of him always eager to show Elizabeth how successful he was, couldn’t help but mention it to her.
    “Go for it. Why not? Fulfil your potential. You aren’t really happy here.”
    When he opened his mouth to disagree she cut him off.
    “This might be your only window of opportunity.”
    “But…”
    “Don’t worry about me. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here when you get back.”

    Just before take-off Sam experienced an unexpected moment of panic. Was leaving really the right thing to do? An empty sensation crept over him, one he felt during sleepless nights, when he senses what feels to him like his soul hovering above his inert body.
    Could he have a different life? Cloistered within the confines of a routine he no longer wanted to inhabit, his existence became devoid of meaning. A hidden grief with no shape or form or cause permeated everything he did. Part of him didn’t want to participate anymore. What if nothing changed? He had worked so hard all his life that this chance to advance his career was exactly what he needed. Unless he travelled, there would always be limitations to what he could achieve in a country unwilling to invest in science.
    Sam was hunched under the weight of his doubts, peering out the rain-streaked window when the sudden momentum of acceleration pinned his head to the headrest. His body tensed against the seatbelt across his lap. His head was spinning, as the plane tunnelled down the runway. Speed propelled them onwards and upwards.
    When the plane lifted off the ground his stomach churned as if there was a whole rabble of butterflies inside. With a life-affirming rush, warm blood carried adrenaline around his body and he felt a giddy sense of elation. The plane jolted a few times, attempting to get a grip on empty air. He closed his eyes and was a child again hurtling through the sky on a swing and he relished the sensation of floating free and untethered.
    Once they plane had broken through the membrane of gravity’s impenetrable hold, Sam felt it turn. He looked out the window to see the earth below fall further away from the vertical ascent of the plane as it whittled through the atmosphere.
    He felt alive as if he was a new creature emerging from evolutionary progress, whole spectrums of awareness now open to him. He promised himself to never forget his ability to release power in himself, to overcome discomfort and catapult himself into a different way of being. His heart was filled with hope and happiness as he sat back and settled into the flight. He wasn’t sure at what point he fell asleep.
    He woke squinting in harsh light with the debris of the journey strewn around him. People were up digging into overhead compartments. He shoved his tangled earphones in his pocket and everything else into his bag.
    He joined the procession of passengers and allowed his mind to linger on the familiar things he would miss; things he thought he would see again. As he shuffled along little did he realise the scope of the Rubicon he had crossed. When he’d return to Ireland everything he knew would be irrevocably changed. The only thing he missed that would remain unchanged was the relief of an Irish sea breeze.

    • Fantastic descriptions as always. There are so many of them, but I really love ‘debris of the journey’ and ‘ hidden grief with no shape or form.’ What an interesting theme- a country that does not invest in science – there’s a huge story and point there.

      • Thank you! Glad you enjoyed! Yes I will definitely be exploring that theme further. I think it’s interesting how a person’s achievements can be limited by the circumstances/country they live in. Thanks again for your feedback!

    • A very timely piece, this one, what with the thousands of intelligent and well-educated people leaving the shores of Ireland every day… for that reason, I find it sad, but also realistic. I hope he makes it back to see Elizabeth before it’s too late, though.

      I love your use of verbs – a plane ‘tunnelling’ down a runway and ‘whittling’ through the air – and your descriptions are fantastic, as always. Well done, Emmaleene.

      • Thank you! He’ll make it back in time for Elizabeth (who by the way is his aunt who raised him like one of her own- his ‘Mam’) to reveal some secrets she’s been keeping from him about the circumstances of his birth & the death of his biological mother.

    • Your descriptions of the plane ride battling with his inner turmoil are fantastic and thought provoking. Well done!

    • Fantastic! You create such beautiful language. I’m so impressed with ‘He promised himself to never forget his ability to release power in himself, to overcome discomfort and catapult himself into a different way of being’, I think I’m going to pin it on my ‘Pinterest’ ‘Deep thoughts’ board. What a mantra!

  6. Full of amazing imagery and descriptions. I like ‘hunched under the weight of his doubts’ – and all the others. Who is Elizabeth? A sister perhaps? I don’t think he would be leaving a wife. I sort of felt that the piece could stand well without that section at all.

    • Elizabeth is his aunt who raised him like one of her own- his ‘Mam’. Sorry I should have been clearer about that! These are characters from my novel & you are right about that section being unnecessary. This scene will get chopped up and dispersed through a few chapters and that will become part of another scene. Thanks for your feedback- really helpful!

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