I’ve kicked my Nanowrimo off rather slowly with this little piece based off last weeks prompt for Friday fictioneers. I’m a little out of practice when it comes to writing a story in 100 words, but I consider this part of my story/character intro for my current work. Not sure yet as to whether future fic will be related; it tends to get confusing if small sections are added sequentially.
November 2, 2015
*edit – Chissick is my best estimation of metal being drawn over a wet stone for sharpening. I would re-write to clarify this better but it ends up too long. This is the only problem with the use of ‘sound effects’ in writing; the audience has to recognise them in the first place. Oops on my part.
Chisssisk. “Yes, Isolde?”
Chisssisk. “The river is barely a trickle… The woods contain nothing but the corpses of trees…” Chissisk. “…Our fields can’t sustain the cow; let alone crops…” Chissisk. “I understand father’s tools but why keep the hunting tools sharp?”
Deliah gently placed her tools away. “Hope,” she paused, stroking the oiled, leather tool-wrap, “The rains will purify the land. The river will swell; life will bloom. Our field will be flush with crops.” Deliah smiled ruefully at her sister. “When that happens I wish to hunt again.”
Isolde shook her head, and stirred the bubbling gruel; wondering how it would feed their family.