Snippet Sunday

[wayfaringwordhack]

Missed last week because I was away from home. I did write while at frigg's house, but I mostly worked on worldbuilding, govermental and calendrical systems. Not very fascinating to anyone but me, I'm sure. :P

Here is a brand new snippet, written...just now. So, yeah, rough and may not even survive. That is the uncertain fate of first drafts, though, n'est-ce pas?

Tiqao fitted a lid over the box and tapped a chime hanging from the side of his worktable.

Behind him, the shell-strung curtain of jute strings parted, and a boy who had Tiqao’s deep-set eyes popped through. Without being told, the boy scooped up the box and whisked around the table, wiggling like a fish between Sola and the overflowing shelves.

Lifting a hand as if to pull the boy into a more decorous pace, Tiqao said, “Take it to—”

“I know, Papaa!” The door to the street clacked shut behind him.

Tiqao rapped his knuckles on the table and shook a gnarled finger at Sola. “The young do not always know what they think they know.”

Comments

[frigg.livejournal.com]

I like it! I hope it survives!

[queenoftheskies.livejournal.com]

Quite nice!

[mindseas.livejournal.com]

Ah, an evocative sliver of a world. I'm growing more and more impatient to read the completed story!

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Oh I love it. So captures how children are! (And I love the detail of the string being jute, and the shells.)