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This is another excerpt from my WIP Unexpected Miracles. This is the historical fiction that I'm going to be re-writing soon, but I've been learning a lot about the piece by putting snippets up for you guys. So thanks for the feedback.
The town was just beginning to wake up, but Sylvia ignored the few other people she passed and they were just as happy to ignore her as well. She wandered down the path to the creek and sat for a long time on the bank, just staring at the rippling water. The water looked so inviting and Sylvia found herself creeping closer and closer to the edge. Although the level of the water had dropped over the summer, it was still pretty deep in this spot.
How easy it would be just to fall in and let herself sink to the bottom. The thought shocked Sylvia and she jerked back. What was she thinking? Even as she rebelled against the thought, another part of her admitted the attraction. She had no future. Once she got older, even Curtis would have no further use for her. That is, if he didn’t go into one of his rages and beat her to death. Wouldn’t it be less painful to just allow herself to be carried away with the stream? It would be viewed as a terrible accident and she would be free.
No matter how appealing it sounded, Sylvia found she could not make herself move closer to the creek’s edge. Somewhere, deep inside, she still had a desire to live. With effort she forced herself to get up and walk away from the creek, following the path further into the woods. She avoided the copse of trees where she had met Travis, wandering aimlessly.
She felt like she was in some sort of a bubble. All around her was the beauty of fall. The trees were changing color and squirrels skittered about carrying nuts frantically from one place to another. She observed all of these things, but nothing seemed real. Sylvia put her hand on her chest, almost surprised to feel the rhythm of her pulse. She felt dead inside, so how could her body keep living.
