Happy July. How can we be almost halfway through the year already? The older I get the faster time flies. I’ll get right to today’s prompt: *”No one tells you it never stops.”* I’m pleased to announced that I captured an honorable mention in last week’s Thursday Threads and I’m vain enough to quote what the judge had to say. “The short piece from Silver highlights her masterful skills in storytelling. She sets the stage instantly and provides the reader with the right amount of background. Strong use of description, action and dialogue. The syntax in this convo highlights all: “Aisling stared off into space before answering. ‘The wanting. The needing. It hurts, you know?’” On a total related, side note: I ordered a vanilla-cinnamon sunflower butter this week. It’s my favorite scent so she piqued my interest right away.” Being a puzzler, I’m not sure exactly where this scene occurs. It more or less stands on it’s own so I’ll leave it to your imaginations. 😉

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Aisling stared morosely at the glass in her hand. She didn’t remember picking it up and had no real clue as to what the amber liquid inside it was. She lifted it to her nose and sniffed. She crinkled her nose while shifting through the various scents. Vanilla. Cinnamon. A hint of maple syrup maybe. Something darker. Licorice. And a touch of orange. She looked up at the woman sitting with her.

“What’s this?”

“Brandy. It’s good for what ails you.”

Her expression now dubious, she took a hesitant sip. She ended up smacking her lips and taking a full drink. “That’s kinda good.”

“Told you.”

She swigged a long draw, swallowed. “I’m sorry. Who are you again?”

“My name is Sade.”

“And you’re here because…” She sipped again, deciding she really liked this brandy stuff.

“I’m here because I think you’re in trouble.”

Releasing a huge sigh, Aisling finished off the brandy and held it out for seconds. Sade obliged.

“I’m not in trouble. I’m just…” Another deep sigh and a swallow before she continued. “To tell the truth, I’m in over my head. I mean, no one tells you it never stops.”

“What never stops?”

Aisling stared off into space before answering. “The wanting. The needing. It hurts, you know?”

“What is it you want and need, Aisling?”

“That’s just it. I don’t know.” Her voice turned plaintiff. “There’s something out there but I can’t see it. Can’t touch it.”

Sade knew that feeling. “You’ll figure it out.”
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I don’t have much else to add other than writing this sparked several other things and there is a “prescene” that I wrote after writing this one. And no, I’m not sharing it. These snippets are meant to entince and excite. I don’t want to give too much away. Writers, write if you feel it. Readers, am I on a good track?