It’s Friday. That means I once again link up with The Gypsy Mama for five minutes of writing, no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking and linking up with other writers to read their work.
Today, I decided to do something a little different. Yes, I still wrote for five minutes. Yes, I still wrote on the prompt LisaJo provided. However, this time, rather than writing about how the word affects me, or what I think of the word, I wrote it from my character’s point of view.
Meet Elizabeth Clayton Storm, the heroine in my Christian Western. in progress, and read her take on the prompt.
I shook my head. Another move. Another Town. Seems like I’ve been on the move all my life. When the Reverend and I married, I said goodbye to my family and a way of life I knew. I came with him from the mountains to the valley.
We moved and moved and moved. Leaving behind people I’d come to care about and have no way of knowing what happens in their life. Now, he’s taking us across the prairie to a place called Indian Territory.
What’s waiting for us there? Indians? Are they wild? Church going people or heathens? With a sigh I repeat the prayer of my life, “Dear God, be with us as we travel, help us to do you bidding. Help me to know what your bidding is.”
With a final look at our last house I turned and hurried to the wagon and my waiting children. The Reverend would soon return from his last minute business and we’d once again be on our way. Saying goodbye to all we know, and going into the unknown.
Wow, that was harder than I thought. Probably won’t be trying this again.