Water’s Edge: Excerpt from Chap 1

A Little Context

For Serena, moving to a new town and a new school is only half the problem.  Left behind by her father to live with near-strangers, Serena must learn to live quietly and suppress her powerful gift.  If she can’t figure out how to do that, members of The Order might notice that things around Serena aren’t as “Normal” as they should be.  Making new friends and attracting the attention of an artistic young man with his own disturbing gifts only complicates matters.

Excerpt from Chapter 1

Once in the hallway, I leaned against the row of lockers, taking deep breaths, trying to blink away the tears.  I hated my life right now.

I saw the girls’ restroom and escaped inside.

I checked each stall to make sure I was alone.  I turned back to the door and locked it.  Just a few minutes of privacy.

And the lovely things about bathrooms?  Always plenty of water.  I have a thing about water, did I mention that?  It’s kind of important.

Inhaling deeply, I tried to channel the power weighing like a brick in my chest, tried to shift the filter, imaging the breath flowing all the way to the bottoms of my feet, I felt the water pulling toward my call, answering, and grief swirled through my heart unexpectedly.

There were ten porcelain sinks in this restroom.  With a little flick of the power seated in my chest, I let the water pour.

Each of the ten faucets twisted on and water gushed, thundering.  I exhaled, pushed the air out, willing the negative feelings and hurt to flow down the drain with all the water.

Steam began to rise, the heat fogging the mirrors.

I breathed in and the air was heavier, damp, and soothed my heart some.

It took me a few minutes, but as I began to feel calmer, the water’s fury eased.  I breathed out and let the water’s power go until each faucet was only tinkling.

I swiped at a mirror, looking at my reflection.  Green eyes stared back, my dead mother’s mouth, my missing father’s straight nose.

But at least I didn’t look like I had cried.  Never let ‘em see you cry, I thought.

I walked down to each sink, turning the knobs manually with my hand, cutting off the flow of water.

I gathered up my bag from the floor where it had dropped.

4 thoughts on “Water’s Edge: Excerpt from Chap 1

  1. William James says:

    What I’d recommend is a face to face critique group. Probably four individuals would be a sufficient size for long prose. That would be a two-to-four hour meeting once a month. And I would suggest a pot luck in ones individual home versus a meal out a a noisy restaurant or bar.

    I’m sure that there are other writers within a hundred miles of where you live who would love the social interaction of peers. Writers need a certain amount of community and peer support.

    Groups such as these help much more than do classroom workshops (as you noted in your post).

    • AprilinWichita says:

      Your comment read my mind, and thankfully, my Kansas Writers Association friends have stepped up. We are tentatively forming a group under nearly the guidelines you suggested. Thank you for you input!

  2. William James says:

    Your pantoum (and a villanelle) will be posted 7/25/11. Thank you for the challenge of those lines. However, I make no promises to the quality of the narratives. Hopefully, it will result in more traffic to your blogger page. Smiles.

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