It’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors
Every Sunday, a clutch of writers post upon their blogs, 8-sentence snippets from their Writing Works in Progress.
There is much reading, commenting, sharing and getting to know one another. Also great writing. Click on the red square with the white feather and sword to see the list of blogs and perhaps add your blog’s name and join us in the fun. If you are, like me, a person who needs deadlines and feedback, this really helps.
Gliondar could only stare at them. Two owls, one munching on a dead mouse, claiming to be her parents. She realized with a growing wonder tinged with horror that she had never thought about having parents. Now she was becoming obsessed with questions.
Gliondar swooped down to about the height of Gretje’s horse, pivoting her feathered head this way and that looking for shelter. She saw only sand, water and low bushes. She flew higher to scan more of the land below. When she had flown for the time it would take to walk from the schoolhouse to Latz Brüder Besten Kleider and back, she spotted what looked like an orange bush and dove towards it, landing in a thicket of Sea Buckthorn laden with orange berries.
Too exhausted to try to shift, she pulled three thorns out of her down, tucked her head under her wing and fell asleep.
When she woke at nightfall, her newly discovered parents, Macha and Bodb, were still there, still owls.
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