The writing prompt from ChapterBuzz this week was this: Your main character looks up at the night sky and begins pondering life. Thinking back, this character whispers to him or herself, "To this day, I still regret that." What had happened? Here is my response to the writing prompt: Fawn looked up at the night sky. [...]
Fawn was shaking and sobbing. Where were the gods of her ancestors who were supposed to protect her? She had taken her fetish with her. Maybe she should have left it home so it would have done its job. Where was Nana’s white God? If he was so powerful, why did he let this happen? [...]
Nana had finally decided what to wear and was ready when the knock came at the door. She was quite surprised when she opened it. Joel was accompanied by another visitor: Angel Browning. Nana’s expression held no hint of her feelings. She graciously invited them in and offered coffee or lemonade. “Fawn will be down shortly,” she said.
Angel drove the Browning brougham, pulled by a pair of matching chestnut Morgan horses, to Fawn’s house. Today was Fawn’s birthday and Angel was determined to make it memorable. She carefully alighted from the conveyance, smoothed her dress and made sure her hat was still on straight. Reaching into the seat of the buggy, she [...]