I’m currently working on a four part short story.
I’d love to hear thoughts on how it’s going.
::Please do not steal or rip off my idea or
characters. They are mine. Hear me
The morning sand felt bitter against Valerie’s bare toes as she did her best to match her friend, Briar’s, stride.
“He let me go, Bri,” Valerie said sullenly, stopping to kick a conch back into the waves. “Sliced my heart into microscopic, bite-sized pieces and fed them to those hyenas he calls dogs.”
Valerie’s friend sighed and spun around so that she was walking backwards while facing her. “Listen, babe, your standards are waaay too high.” Briar hauled an arm up until her hand was a half a foot taller than Valerie. “You’ve gotta come down a step or two to mingle with the living.”
Valerie frowned. It wasn’t like she asked for the snobbish set of rules that she followed. Her grandmother, peace be wherever the woman roamed, insisted her baby girl only go for the best: a curse that followed Valerie into her adult days. Sure, she’d dated here and there during her grandmother’s life, but none were ever good enough for the granny Ruse stamp of approval. After her passing, Valerie had kept the idea that a Ruse girl only deserved the best man. “I’m not asking for perfection,” she said with a huff, “Just that he’s smart, kind, nice to look at, great in bed, and able to juggle.”
Briar covered her mouth, but not before a snicker escaped. “So not perfection, but pretty damn close?”
Valerie glanced at Briar out of the corner of her eye. She was like a china doll on stilts. With her porcelain skin, waist length ebony locks, and coke bottle frame she was a dead ringer for some tall, dark perfection. But Valerie and her love of donuts and ice cream? Compared to her Miss USA best friend, Valerie was a stuffed Miss Turkey Lurkey.
Valerie felt her eye twitch in irritation. “Shut it,” she said, turning her gaze out to the ocean. “I just want him back, Bri. He was the only one I really connected with. Is that too much to…What is that?”
In the distance, a speck of orange and pink shifted against the dark azure of the Aine Ocean before vanishing beneath the waves. The speck resurfaced for one moment in a spot further out before vanishing once more. Suddenly, it hit Valerie like an elephant seal stampede: “They’re drowning!” she said, pulling the shirt over her head. For the first time, Valerie was glad she had donned her bathing suit underneath.
Briar squinted at where Valerie pointed. “What are you talking about?” Briar asked. “Nobody’s out there.”
Valerie pushed her friend in the opposite direction. “Just go get help,” she shouted before diving into the waves. Kicking and stroking her arms through the water, Valerie managed to propel herself through the water without much trouble. She knew not what had possessed her to plunge into deeper waters when she still refused to take a dip in the deep end of Briar’s pool, but Valerie had little time to ponder the reason as the orange and pink speck popped up, gasping for air, beside her.
Taking hold of the small hand, Valerie grasped the body close to her own while smoothing away dark brown tendrils of hair. “It’s alright sweetie,” Valerie cooed. “I’ve got you.”
A coarse cough spat water into Valerie’s face as a pair of charming blue eyes peered from beneath the damp curtain, with prospective tears. “No!” squeaked the child in her arms. “I w-want daddy to save me!”
Valerie wanted asked the kid if she (at least Valerie was ninety percent sure the child was a she) had been dropped one too many times. But a sharp tug on her leg drew her beneath the waves before Valerie could ask. Valerie bit the inside of her cheek as the little girl disappeared from her sight and the ocean became a prevalent taste in her nose and blood, a smell in her mouth. Sunlight filtered into the haze around her even as a shadow colored her vision.
Thanks for reading the first installment. I’ll try to have Part II ready by next week.