Here is the first part of the story as I intertwine mine and Nonnie’s together.
Step by step the water crept higher up her legs as she crossed the temperamental stream. She curses under her breath as she remembers how the storm came roaring on top of her. She had thrown her head up and yelled toward the heavens, “Is this you cursing me God!? ‘Cause if it is, I just want you to know that I’m staying a damn fool.”
It had been a year and two months since she walked into that wretched cottage James had “fixed up” for her. When he carried Sarah Jane over the threshhold, she nearly gasped at the sight. What lay before her was an array of color. Normally, that’s what every bride wants. A beautiful home full of the latest fashion and color schemes that matched seamlessly.
While James had done a wonderful job building the cottage’s structure and framw, the inside of the house looked like he had stood in the center of each room and just tossed paint cans about. In the living room they had walked into from the front door, Jane nearly fainted as she was greeted with shades of green and purple that made no sense being together.
It was like that in every room she walked through as James proudly showed her their new home. Patterns that have no business being together sat side by side on the quiant sette they had inherited from Sarah Jane’s grandmother.
She tried, for James’s sake, to smile and be appreciative of everything he had showed her. But, in her mind she formed a plan to put this cottage together the proper way. Their home stood as one of the first on what was now known as Main Street in town. Just two blocks away was James’s office. He was the town doctor.
Okay, I’m going to stop there for now. I believe in letting the story speak and right now, I need to pause and pay attention the next steps it wants me to take. Please be mindful as you read these, I am writing on the spot. There will be mistakes as this is a rough draft. Also, please do share your comments with me. Don’t like where the characters are going or something about the story line, tell me. Love something, tell me. I’m using the imput I receive as I write and share each blog.
