Green Grass of home

Green grass is a novel that I am blogging as I write. It started on Myspace and is about five chapters off finishing on Myspace!

This morning I completed the first draft of Green Grass of home. (October 22 2007).

Next month Nanowrimo begins and I am ready to write!!

Green grass of home. WIP

The airplane jolted to a stop at the designated gate. The seat belt sign pinged off and the pilot’s voice crackled through the speakers above her. “Kia ora, thank you for flying with us today. On behalf of the crew, I would like to wish you a safe and enjoyable stay in Washington. Ka kite ano.” The crackling ceased.

Cait waited in her window seat watching as passengers around her scrambled in the overhead lockers, donned coats and joined the long queue waiting to disembark.

A smile drifted across her face as she wondered why people were in such a hurry. What was the point? She knew she would catch up with them at the luggage carrousel, no matter how much they huffed and snorted their displeasure at this initial wait it would be way worse once out of the plane.

As the line dwindled, she moved, stretching slowly before gathering her belongings, and her wits.

Two hours after disembarking the aircraft, she checked into a hotel. Another hour dawdled past as she flicked through the telephone directory, absently looking up people she once knew and wondering if anyone was still around.

and the world turned upside down...

She slid her hands through her hair, pushing it out of her eyes.

“God.” Cait’s voice fell into an abyss. There was no one to hear, no one to care, the dog barely noticed. “What now?” she muttered as she listened to distant rumblings from her mind. “Leave me be!” she growled. “I don’t care.” she lied unconvincingly to herself.

She felt the edges of a memory, warm and sweet. A soft musky scent wafted through her. She shivered at the memory of the aroma, the warmth, his body.

Everything blurred. She breathed in the perfume of English lavender and rosemary.

Sunlight played through the trees casting flickering shadows on the herb garden. She smiled, breathing slowly savoring each intake of herb-scented air. Cait listened, hearing birds chirping, and faintly from behind her the sound of a horse snorting. Her breath caught in her throat. She looked down at her feet, expecting to see ruby slippers but instead finding rusty brown cowboy boots.

And then it imploded...

Several minutes passed before she found any words or means of expressing herself. She sat on the ground leaning against a stone pillar. Slowly her head cleared enough for thoughts to form and words to follow.
“What happened?” she asked as she slowly and deliberately raised her head to face the person she spoke too. He crouched in front of her.
“I don’t know,” he replied, brushing masonry dust from his clothing with his scraped and dirty hand. “I don’t know, Cait.”
“Are we all right?”
Ethan’s hand reached out to her sweeping some stray hair from her face.
“We’re okay.” He smiled lightly masking a frown. “Your head’s bleeding.”
Her hand tentatively searched her scalp for the origin of the blood. He took her hand and guided it to her forehead under the fringe of messy hair.
“How bad?” Cait asked as her fingers traced the jagged pattern from up under her hairline down the right side of her forehead.

Ethan lifted her hand out of the way and inspected the damage. “You’re gonna need stitches.” His eyes closed for a moment. He rocked back on his haunches, his balance gone. He fell to the ground.
“Eth?” Cait called out to him. “Ethan?”
When he didn’t reply, she crawled over to him. Her intuition prickling as it tried to make itself heard from under a dark cloud. Cait ran her hands over his body looking for the cause of the fall. Blood dripped from her head as she leaned over him. Blood, dust, dirt, sweat, everything dripped, caked, or congealed.
“Ethan!” She called into his ear while rapping on his collarbone. “Wake up!”
He groaned and opened one eye.

 

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