Photo by Sue Vincent
Note – this is now Chapter 13 of the story Of Wind and Wings, a story inspired by these prompts of Sue’s.
I posted two chapters that were not part of Sue’s #writephoto. You can read them at Chapter 11 The Book and Chapter 12 When There is no Book. If you don’t have time or inclination to go back, here is a quick review.
Chapter 11 – The Book: Ed is woken by arguing voices and doors slamming. When he gets up, Lauren is gone. While eating cold cereal, Liza shows him a bound version of his great uncle’s book, but with a couple of added chapters that explain the entire thing, chapters sent to Liza’s mother as “love notes”. The book is the history of his family from the point of view of her family. It ends with them getting together and becoming one. Liza sees this as showing her personal destiny, one she has always felt, and that Ed was the intended mate.
Chapter 12 – When There is no Book: Ed visits the historian, Mr. Brown, to find out more about the moors and his family’s place in the history. Mr. Brown informs him that there is no book about the local moors or village and can never be one. The entire place is a giant living book and Ed must go and open the pages. He does, however, tell Ed that he will help Ed in discovering the written history, but Ed must do the actual research himself. At the end, they leave to have lunch together.
So we continue Of Wind and Wings
Ed slowly spun around, taking in his surroundings. He was amazed at how rapidly the weather had changed. No, not just the weather. The world had changed.
It had been wet and windy all morning. Nasty, really. And then in early afternoon it was the most beautiful day he could imagine. No rain, no wind. Calm.
He was also in a completely different environment. He had tramped through marshes and climbed up rugged hills over the last few days, but he was now exploring along the banks of a little river. The stream was so still and calm, it was almost like a very, very narrow pond that stretched for miles, not a river. Occasionally he could make out some movement, but very little.
What surprised him most about the stream was how solid the banks were. It was amazingly dry. After walking around the entire day before with soaked socks, he expected to have another day of wet feet, yet, despite the torrent of the morning, here he was, by the side of a flat river in the middle of a marsh and yet dry.
He heard a loud laugh and turned to his companion. Continue reading