Tri Pride was an absolute blast, just like last year, but I returned home totally exhausted, and with display items that will take weeks to finish stowing away.
Happy Wednesday! My Wednesday shares have become shorter and serialized, and they’re coming from my current WIP (work in progress), Striking Balance. You’ll be able to find all the ones that pertain to Striking Balance under the Categories drop down to your right.
Striking Balance is a Queer Historical Paranormal Fantasy story set within my Appalachian Elementals series. It’s a freestanding tale, so you don’t need to have read the other stories within the series to delve into this one.
This is installment twenty-six, “Old News” and it picks up directly where the last installment, “Tattows” ended. The main character in Striking Balance is Benjamin (Nub) Schnell, the possessor of secrets twice his size and seeming age. He’s been working for nearly a decade on the same small farm as his friend, Conall Baldwin, who acts as the farm’s manager. This story begins during the American Revolutionary War years, 1779 to be precise, in the Nolichucky river basin of Northeast Tennessee.
The setup: Ben is about to heed Master Gow’s warning about Ewin when he’s called back to the cabin.
Note: The part in orange comes from last week’s excerpt.
…”His temper’s nie as short as mine.”
“Yessir.” I am nearly outside when Master Gow calls me back.
“These are two years old. Have ye nothin’ newer?” He holds up the papers I rescued from Widow Alcott’s privy.
“Old news is nae longer news.” He shakes his head. “Very well then. Go on.”
I am outside in seconds, and hold out my shoes for Ewin to inspect. He turns them over, running his finger over where the stitching has fallen loose.
“Do they both fit you well?” Ewin glances at my bare toes to where a pair of blisters reside on the top of my right foot.
“Fairly well, but the right upper is a bit tight.” I have chosen to lose the formality where he is concerned since he has shown no such politeness to me.
“I see that.”
So Ben has switched from formal to informal speech rules with someone he really doesn’t know? Is this rude? Not necessarily, but it’s a definite indicator of his thoughts concerning Ewin, and they’re not polite at all.
Until next week…