The snow made everything disappear, even the bitter feelings and guilt. The guilt of being the other woman in his life. She was the other. The stranger. It wasn’t the joy of being promiscuous, nor was it the joy of being indecent and immoral. But there was something, something underneath that she felt herself getting a pleasure out of. Like the guilty pleasure of eating chocolate or ice cream. The pleasure of being with him was too good to let go of. Their affair was strange and beautiful and she wouldn’t end it.
Now that it snowed, she no longer felt remorse. She was selfishly enjoying a cup of tea by the fire place. She was waiting for him to come and make love to her. He would tell her that he felt incomplete without her. And she’d kiss his lips.
The next day, the snow stopped, the sun came out and melted the ice. A few days later everything became colorful again and she began to cry. She hated being the other.
The other
I enjoyed it, but not as much as if you had finished some of your other beginnings. How did you conceive the finished product? Do you draw an outline and fill it in or, like me, just write off the cuff? If so, your “off the cuff” is better than mine. I’ve never seriously inquired, but I have wondered how writers come up with the grand outline. Or do they do it that way? Some of the multi-part books have to be done in that manner…sort of a pipe dream that needs fleshing out.
I remember once when I had delusions of grandeur, which I’m not implying you have at all, coming up with a really good sentence, something like what starts a Stephen King novel, and trying to live up to it. There’s a reason I don’t write professionally, aside from the fact that I don’t understand the process. That’s what I think you need…the process. You’ve got the moments down, but need the big picture. I wish I could help more, but I’m confident you’ll figure it out.
cheers,
Dick
Whether the previous comment understood your writing, you allowed for his imagination to try and think otherwise. Granted Stephen King is a big boot to fill, but with your the size of your moments, I believe you have an following. Continue on to possible greatness…