Thursday, January 30, 2014

A Test of Sorts

Write at the Merge gave us this quote: 
“Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?”
― Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

this picture:

Image courtesy of Unsplash.
Image courtesy of Unsplash.

and 500 words with which to come up with something.  This is a continuation of my White Wolves story.  To get the other parts, follow the tab at the top of the page.  As always, concrit is most welcome as I tend to get these written and one quick edit before posting.

“Ms. Becker”

“Jen, please.  I feel old being addressed so formally,” Jen’s nerves pitched her voice higher than normal.  She though she sounded like a scared mouse, or one of her son’s squeaky toys.  That thought brought tears to her eyes, but she fought them back not wanting to start this meeting off with a bad impression.

He flashed a brief smile, “Jen, then.  We’ve been looking into your situation.  We have a few concerns we need to clear up.”

Jen’s heart leapt into her throat cutting off her voice almost entirely, “What?”

“Your son’s father,” Rhys appeared to hesitate.

“What about him?  He’s not around.  He doesn’t have any rights to Curran.”

“We know.  We also know he’s in prison for first degree assault with a deadly weapon.  What we need clarified is your role in that charge.”

“What!  Why the hell does that matter?  The bastard was trying to kill me because I stopped him from beating my son for dropping some Cheerios on the kitchen floor,” Jen jerked to her feet, knocking the chair back, “You know what?  Forget it.  I’m leaving.”

Rhys stood and touched her shoulder as she turned, “Wait.  Please.”

Jen froze but did not turn back to him.  He took his hand from her shoulder.

“That’s what we needed to see.”

She turned at that, “You needed to know how much of a jerk my son’s father is?  How stupid I was at the time for thinking I could have a relationship with the asshole?  That the only good thing I ever got out of him was my son?”

“No.  We needed to see how far you’d go to protect your son.”

“You could have just asked.”

“Words mean little.  Actions are truth.  Isn’t that right?”

Jen sat as if the bones in her legs had disappeared.  He was right and she knew it.  They were the words she’d been living by these last two years.

“Come walk with me.  The fresh air and movement will do you some good,” Rhys held out one hand, almost as if it was a peace offering.

Jen nodded and allowed Rhys to escort her from the bar.  Logic screamed at her that this was a bad idea, but instinct said otherwise.  Jen had been learning to trust her instinct more often as logic seemed to fail her too many times lately.

A cool mist had enveloped the area while they talked inside.  The trees seemed to weep, their tears dampening the road beneath their drooping branches.

“We needed to know how far you’d go to protect your son because we have some leads.  But it’s going to be a tough road and there’s no guarantee about what will happened before it’s all over.”

“I don’t care.  I need my son.  Do you know where he is?”

“Not yet.  But we know he’s alive.  And we know his father isn’t what he seems, either.”

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  1. Loved the imagery in,"The trees seemed to weep, their tears dampening the road beneath their drooping branches.."Beautiful and that line ,"And we know his father isn’t what he seems, either.”-n=made me shiver!Am eager to know more about these characters-well written Stacy:-)

    1. Thanks! That first line is directly from the prompt, so some credit goes to Write on Edge as well. This has been a fun series to write so far. Jen and Rhys will be back for some more yet.

  2. This got me to go back and read the other installments. The story is coming along nicely. Looking forward to more. Is her son only 2 years old now? Such intrigue - how do they know about the father????
    This line brilliantly echos the underlying tone of the mother's story: The trees seemed to weep, their tears dampening the road beneath their drooping branches.

    1. Thank you! Her son is only abut 2 here. More of that story will come out later as the search for Jen's son continues. And the White Wolves have some scary ability to find out information they need. I won't say more to keep from giving too much away.

  3. I feel like I am missing crucial information, most likely from the past pieces :) I really enjoyed the description of the mist-soaked environment.

    1. Oh yeah. This certainly makes more sense if you have what's happened before. Thanks and thanks for stopping by!

  4. Great read! I loved the atmosphere of dread, even when she is getting good news.

    1. Poor Jen is getting that mix of good and bad quite a bit. Thanks!