Mariah’s Dance

A little story about the beautifully inevitable passage of time.

 

Mariah danced and twirled through the falling flakes. Her extra large snow boots, handed down from her big brother, collected the moist powder piling upon the street. Just as the snowflakes, she shone in her unique youthful beauty.

Her auburn locks bounced against her shoulders and ebony skin shone like frozen dew. The reflection in her eyes was as unique as each intricate laced crystal descending.

On Mariah danced while holding hands with school friends: close friends and one or two beaux through college and then finally her soul mate once the winds had gentled and the heavy white flakes swept down. They all had accompanied her in this snowflake crescendo.

The Abrupt winds of life tasseled her hair and tore her skirts. The snowflakes continued to steadily fall, occasionally entangled in the treetops, to inevitable continue their descent as the sunshine kissed her once rosy cheeks leaving lines of laughter beside her almond eyes and smile as she twirled.

Pigtails and ponytails once peeked from beneath her woolen hats. Long flowing locks, the envy of the times, relented to shorter curls where snowflakes now could not be noticed amid the white in her hair as they rested along their descent.

And like the snowflake’s inevitable tumble, Mariah watched her babies and then her grandbabies grow and dance amid the falling snow.

-Ondi Laure

Welcome to my new site

The life of a writer is one crazy ride. This being my new site, I have yet to post any blogs to date.

I would like to invite you to explore my other various blogs I strive to keep up with while I’m off in New York at The Writer’s Digest Annual Conference…

My favorite blog to share is Comedy of a Cowgirl

My Middle-grade blog is found at OLShepp.net

Enjoy! And I’ll be getting this endeavor underway as soon as I’m back at the ranch…

The launch of Character

The form below was found at the back of an old notebook I kept years ago. I have no resource details as to its origin. Forgive me if this is too familiar for plagiarism is never intended…

Character Name Kirsti 

Role in Story:    

Kirsti, a fiery and small teenaged daughter of a Royal Lollard Knight, is reared an only child by her father and pagan grandmamma to withstand the harsh Northumbrian coast and the shifting sands of early renaissance England.

      Occupation: 

trained to fulfill her father’s solemn duties of a Lollard Knight to share forbidden English Bibles to empower an oppressed nation if he should perish unearths answers to a mystery that will haunt mankind across millennium.

(* come back soon for further updates to my character, Kirsti’s creation)

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