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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-19-06 04:13 PM
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***Summer Squall***

Kate leaned against the crooked door jamb. Her beach cottage stood on the crest of a small hill just up from the shore. The view always stirred her. The ancient boardwalk sloped over the dunes, down between the salt grass clumps, to the water. The slats shone. They all needed nailing down; she just hadn’t gotten to it. There was no urgency.

Her gaze drifted off towards the horizon. Thunderheads were gathering. She considered the possibility of a storm. It would not be the first time that a summer squall had blown through. For now, though, the sun shone over the waves, and puffy clouds floated by. The breeze touched her face and ruffled her hair. The grass fluttered. The only sounds were of the wavelets churning up onto the shore.

Kate remembered how Will’s hands had felt, so long ago. It was always the same: He’d reach for her and wrap her in strong arms. She would let him pull her against him, and he’d caress her hair and face. The old breathlessness caught her. Her hand gripped the locket that had been his gift. It hung slackly against her breast. Engraved on it’s silvery surface were their intertwined initials. And inside was the single picture: his face, turned towards her on one brilliant and happy day.

She had not felt this tranquil in a long time. But her feelings were so delicate that she feared breaking the spell. She didn’t want to risk that. Even now, she felt the memories, and traumas, trying to push their way into her consciousness. Kate shook her head.

She gazed at the surf.

The breeze had come up much more strongly now and the wavelets had more authority against the beach. She looked into the distance and saw rain out over the ocean. The horizon was blurred. She felt chilly. Her thin summer dress was no barrier against this. For a moment, she stood quietly on her porch, and then she realized how foolish she was, staying put in the face of the coming squall.

She turned on her heel, and went in. The door closed solidly behind her. She tossed her sweater around her shoulders and sat quietly in the wingback chair that faced the window.

The storm advanced. She braced herself ; she felt danger in its coming. Helplessness flooded her.

The rain and wind struck together. The howling and slashing always terrified her, even though she knew the storm would pass quickly. She tried to reassure herself . But today was different. The old terror gripped her anew. The tiny fine hairs on her arms rose as she shivered. She pulled her sweater more tightly around her.

She could see his face and hear his voice in spite of the storm. Even now, it seemed as though he were still there, still with her. They had come out to this tranquil place for the weekend. He’d said he had something important to say, and he’d wanted to say it here, where they’d had so many happy times. But she knew--this time--the news would not be good.



The storm shook the house. How long could it last?. The rain slashed at the windows and the glass panes rattled. Kate looked down, and realized that she was digging her hands into her arms. She was shaking from the cold and her fear.

Just as she had on that long-ago day.

Even though there hadn’t been any storm then, Will’s words had chilled and frightened her. She knew that he was not a well man, that all his life, he’d had severe lung disease. But it had progressed beyond all belief.

Now his words were hitting home. They were hard in the little beach house. He stared at her, nostrils flaring, blue eyes fixed on her own. No tender looks today. None. He spoke of his stark reality, and then it was hers too.

He was dying. Nothing any doctor could do. He had maybe a year, or two if he was lucky and careful.

Lightning struck and the thunder roared along with it. Kate jumped. Her grip had nearly cut off her circulation. She forced herself to breathe. Her memories had frozen her to the chair.

She had to get up, had to move. Anything was better than sitting there like a victim. She rose slowly, stiffly to her feet and moved to the window. The storm continued to howl.

The salt grass nearly flattened as the rain slashed. The sky was an immutable gray mass. The little house shook, but held. Kate could hardly see the storm, for her tears.

They had come up as abruptly as the storm. From her core, deep inside, her pain howled. Her throat closed and the tears ripped up into her eyes. Her sobs shook her.

The news had stabbed her. All she could think was how unfair, how horrifying. How could he be dying? She wanted to scream, to cry, to run away and take him someplace safe.

But there was no safe place. She could cradle him in her arms and sing a lullabye to help him rest, but that was all.

Her memories were chaotic. She felt as though she was being thrown about by forces beyond her control. She hardly knew what to think or do first. For the first time, she was unable to help him at all. It was a role she was not prepared for.


Kate found that she veered between calmness, complete rage and unbelievable loss. She tried hard to keep Will from seeing her sorrow, but he knew. She wanted to be a refuge for him, a safe place, but her grief made it nearly impossible. Some days, their roles were reversed; he would comfort her and help her see beyond his death.

She felt as though she had become a pendulum, swinging back and forth between calm acceptance and overwhelming grief. Sometimes they would be walking hand in hand along the beach and she would be calm and happy, content even.

And then there were the times when she would watch him sleep and hear him laboring. She felt terrified that each breath might be his last, that she would be unable to help him. The thought that she might be responsible for his death only compounded her grief. She’d tiptoe out of their bedroom to sit in the wing back chair and weep silently, uncontrollably until she could stop.

Ah, it was so long ago. Why was she still feeling so vulnerable? She couldn’t say. But there it was.

Looking back now, she knew that she’d been lucky. Yes, he was dying. But they still had some time. Funny, Will was so much calmer, and more rational than she. He’d been such a strong man all his life, and he was no different as he faced his death.

How she’d wished she could emulate his strength, but it was impossible. Her sobs racked her anew. She grabbed a tissue to catch the tears. She felt as though the squall was travelling right through her, scouring her raw the way the beach would be once the storm was gone.

Her head jerked up. What was that? A voice came to her from outside. Or so it seemed. It sounded like Will’s. She stilled her sobs to listen. She heard the call again. And again. It couldn’t be, but it was.

She stood and looked out the window. The rain continued to drive against the little beach house. She could see no-one outside, but still the voice spoke, more urgently this time.

There was no mistake. It was Will. He was out there and he wanted her now. Joy rose in her. It was as though the sun had come up in her heart. She yanked open the cottage door and ran out into the storm.

EPILOGUE

“Yeah, we got the call from her neighbor yesterday. They hadn’t seen her in several days and were worried something might have happened. I mean, Kate was a sensible girl, but lately she’d been acting kinda funny, ya know?” His partner nodded. The cop stopped on the porch. He rattled the doorknob, and the door swung open. “Funny, she never left the door unlocked. “ He walked inside. “Nothing happening in here. Wonder where she went.”

His partner’s shout made him turn around.

“What?”

“Omigod, is that her?”

Down at the end of the boardwalk lay a shape. Half covered in sand and turned away from the house, lay a body.

The two cops hurried down the boardwalk and cautiously approached. The senior cop grabbed her shoulder and gave her a shake. “Kate? You OK?“

But there was no response.

“Looks like she got caught in the storm. Huh. Weird. “ He turned her over gently, and gasped when he saw her face.

She was smiling. And in her hand she clutched the locket.


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TOhioLiberal Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-19-06 04:25 PM
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1. Peggy...
...This is awesome! I felt like I was right next to her. I give it an A++!
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-19-06 04:32 PM
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2. My dear TOhioLiberal!
Thank you soooo much!

I really wanted to have that sort of feeling in this one...

Thanks again! :hug:
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Haole Girl Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-19-06 04:33 PM
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3. Her memories were chaotic....
Edited on Sun Nov-19-06 04:33 PM by KC2
That is so good...it tore me up to read it (personal reasons...not you). But, it is so wonderfully well-written. Bravo!! How could you earn any less than an A+?

Thank you for sharing it...I now need to go and find some tissue... :cry:
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-19-06 04:39 PM
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4. My dear KC2!
I'm sorry it tore you up, sweetie........

But that's how things are sometimes.........

I just had the idea for the ending yesterday, and today I wrote it...

And when I read it out loud to myself, I could not read the last sentence.

I burst into tears, and it took a moment to recover my composure...

Even though this is fiction, it still affected me hugely......

I am really glad, though, that you liked it......Thanks...:hug:
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buddhamama Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Nov-20-06 07:43 AM
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5. this is good, my dear Peggy!
very good. a story of love and friednship...touching.

thank you sharing it. :hug:
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Nov-20-06 11:49 AM
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7. My dear buddhamama...........
Oh, I thank you so much! I am so happy you enjoyed it.......

It is always my pleasure to share with you........... :hug:
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FedUpWithIt All Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Nov-20-06 09:58 AM
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6. Most excellent
It is very touching Peggy. :7

Congratulations.
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Nov-20-06 11:50 AM
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8. My dear FedUpWithIt All..........
Thank you so much!

I am very pleased that you enjoyed my little story.......:hug:
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wildhorses Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Nov-20-06 12:19 PM
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9. you are really getting the hang of this--
i can't wait to hear what the professor has to say about it--you will let us know, won't you? :hi:

there is some good stuff here!!:loveya:



and a :hug: for good luck!!
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Nov-20-06 01:04 PM
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10. My dear wildhorses!
Oh, thanks, sweetie!

I will indeed let you know what my professor has to say about this!

Thanks for the good luck hug, too........I might need it!

:hug:
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bridgit Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Nov-20-06 01:07 PM
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11. there's a great line from: Throw Momma From The Train...
"A writer writes...always!"

the sense of accomplishment when completing a work is often worth the toil of craft & remembrance imo :hi:
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Nov-20-06 01:17 PM
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12. My dear bridgit!
That's a great line!

And I agree with the sentiment........it's kind of like having a child...

It is definitely worth the pain and trouble whenever you bring something beautiful into the world......

Thanks, sweetie!

:hug:
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bridgit Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Nov-20-06 01:20 PM
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13. most welcome, Peg, did you catch my little diversion down the way...
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Nov-20-06 02:50 PM
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14. My dear bridgit!
Oooh, no I hadn't seen that!

It looks long...so I will read it when I have some time to do it justice...

Thanks for the heads-up!
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liberal hypnotist Donating Member (391 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Nov-21-06 08:03 PM
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15. Summer squall
Hi CaliforniaPeg
Hey we'er on the same wave length. Storms and death are good. I enjoy your style. Thanks for your response to my story "A Breathe of Fresh Air." Also, your poetry is right on.
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Nov-21-06 09:12 PM
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16. My dear liberal hypnotist...
Yes, I agree...storms and death are good! The inside of my character matches what's happening outside...

Glad you like my poem!

I look forward to reading more of your stuff...
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Orrex Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-22-06 12:02 AM
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17. A strong piece
All suggestions that follow are yours to accept or reject without obligation, of course.

I think that you've got a lot going on here that's worth exploring. There are a few stylistic and technical critiques, but nothing fatal.

First, it seems to me that, in some places, you lack faith in the strength of your writing. A number of times you have a powerful vibe going on, only to weaken it by waving a flag that says "here's a powerful vibe." For example, consider this passage:
Now his words were hitting home. They were hard in the little beach house. He stared at her, nostrils flaring, blue eyes fixed on her own. No tender looks today. None. He spoke of his stark reality, and then it was hers too.

He was dying. Nothing any doctor could do. He had maybe a year, or two if he was lucky and careful.

If you omit He was dying. Nothing any doctor could do, you accomplish exactly the same thing, but it's stronger because the fact of his impending death is allowed to stand on its own, rather than being spelled out with two (ultimately redundant) intro sentences.

A similar example:
The news had stabbed her. All she could think was how unfair, how horrifying. How could he be dying? She wanted to scream, to cry, to run away and take him someplace safe.

I'd say that you can remove How could he be dying? without losing anything. Incidentally, "horrifying" seems a little forced here; the word itself is a trifle flat (too easy an adjective, that is), and in any case it's my sense that one usually feels that something is horrifying, rather than thinking it. This may seem like a minor quibble, but if you overplay the emotion of the scene, then it can quickly become maudlin and heavy-handed.

And another example:

Just as she had on that long-ago day.

Even though there hadn’t been any storm then, Will’s words had chilled and frightened her. She knew that he was not a well man, that all his life, he’d had severe lung disease. But it had progressed beyond all belief.

It's clear that you're crafting a parallel between the onset of the storm and the upsurge of her emotions and grief--although that approaches a cliche, it can stil work if you handle it carefully. But the phrase Even though there hadn't been a storm then sort of bops the reader on the head with the metaphor. You could even go right from "long-ago day" to "Will's words" without losing anything. Later, you write that "she felt as though the squall was travelling right through her." This, too, is overplaying the metaphor, but if you're intent on keeping it, I'd urge you to consider changing "travelling" to something a bit less leisurely-sounding.

Likewise, the sentence "Her memories were chaotic" is pretty flat. You're much better off allowing your description of her memories to demonstrate the upheaval, instead of stating it outright. If you have to tell the reader that they're chaotic, chances are you haven't made them convincingly so. Trust your writing to do its own heavy lifting!

Now, a comment on style.
A number of times through the piece I got the sense that you were pushing too hard to convince the reader of Kate's grief. I already mentioned "horrifying," but she's also "terrified," "chilled," "frightened," "helpless," "vulnerable," "breathless," "shaking," "sobbing," "frozen," "enraged," "weeping uncontrollably," "howling with pain," "thrown about," "a swinging pendulum," "overwhelmed with grief," and "scoured," to name a few. In the aggregate, and in a piece of this brevity, these weighty words can quickly overpower the text and make it seem a caricature. Rather than amplifying her emotional state, it trivializes it--exactly the opposite of what you're trying to achieve.

Similarly, the storm is distractingly melodramatic in its fury. It roars, it howls, it slashes, it shakes, it's immutable, etc. Again, the effect is to make it a cartoon, rather than a believably terrifying force of nature. The good news is that this is pretty easy to fix. Pull back from the grandiose word-choice and work instead with simpler yet more evocative descriptions. The effect will be a more pure and real-seeming storm.

A thought about structure:
The great majority of the sentences in this piece are simple subject-verb constructions with very little variance. Over the course of the story this can become distractingly monotonous and predictable, which is especially problematic when you're hoping to portray the chaos of the storm and Kate's memories. Take a look at how you've crafted your sentences and see if you can mix it up a little.

A note about word-choice:
This is a comparatively short piece, but I noticed some words and phrases whose conspicuous repetition didn't seem really effective. "Howl," "sob," "death," "slash," "tears," and "dying" each shows up three times, often repeated in the same context or image. "Tranquil" appears twice, as does "chill," "terrified," and "fear." Something is described as "beyond all belief," and another thing is "unbelievable." You also use the phrase "even now" in two rather similar constructions.
These can all become very heavy in the reader's ear and thereby distract from the text. This might likewise seem a petty quibble, but you need to be aware of the cumulative as well as the individual impact of your word choices.

Since the story has one female character, it's sufficient to name her at the beginning and thereafter refer to her as "her," except when you're hoping for a particular impact by the use of her name. But as it stands, when you use her name it implies a significance that isn't quite borne out. If you feel that you absolutely must use her name again, save it for the end when she actually steps out into the storm. Otherwise it seems vaguely portentous but without a payoff.

I'd have to say that the epilogue is the weakest part and actually drags down the story. Everyone who's reading the piece will understand that Kate is walking out to her death, so we don't really need to see her corpse in order to get the point. Try omitting it altogether to see what I mean. The story stands just fine without it.

The part where she fears that she might be responsible for his death makes no sense to me. He's been unhealthy his whole life, and he suffered a fatal illness; how could she be responsible? She might feel responsible for it, but that's a very different prospect, and you should articulate the reason for her feeling rather than racing past it. Also, the parts about "digging her hands into her arms" and cutting off the circulation just don't ring true to me.

But in spite of all that, you have some really poignant phrases, too:
There was no urgency.
But there was no safe place.
No tender looks today.
For the first time, she was unable to help him at all. (that one is especially nice, becase you specify that it was the first time, thereby pointing it its particular significance to her.)

I also really like the two mentions of the wing-back chair, which may be the mose effectively subtle pairing in the piece. You allow the chair to appear twice, and you let the reader make the connection without spelling it out explicitly. Very nice!


Stories about unbearably intense grief are difficult to write because it's so easy to go over the top. While I think you've gone a little too far in some places, there's nothing that can't be reworked easily to produce a powerful scene. It's obvious that a big part of Kate died along with Will (a name which, one can't help noticing, suggests the "will to live"), and this whole scene represents the final part of her death throes. That's an interesting angle, this "real" death following a spiritual/emotional death, and I'm curious to see what you do with it in revision.

Good luck, and please share your progress with us!
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-22-06 12:14 AM
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18. Well, my dear Orrex...
I appreciate your taking the time to critique my story so thoroughly.

I am a novice writer, and this piece was the final one in an on-line Creative Writing class I just finished.

Your comments make a great deal of sense to me, and I will study them carefully for any future revision.

Thank you so much! And I mean that...
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Orrex Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-22-06 12:25 AM
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19. You're doing fine!
If someone goes to the trouble of posting something for critique, it's only fitting that the readers are thorough in their examination and comments.

How did you do in the course? Probably rather well, I'd guess!

Thanks again for sharing!
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Nov-22-06 12:38 AM
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20. Well, thank you again!
I don't know how I did in the course yet...should know Friday, I think...

You do encourage me!

I mean, you wouldn't have gone to all that trouble if you didn't think I had some ability with words!

:hi:
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Droopy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Dec-06-06 11:58 PM
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21. That is very good, Peggy
I see that the style of your writing has improved, too. The metaphor of the storm and the main character's state of mind works well. I got the chills as I read this story. To me that means that it is certifiably good. The only other person on DU who made me feel that way was oneighty. He was one of my heros.
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Dec-07-06 12:18 AM
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22. My dear Droopy!
Thank you so much.......Glad you enjoyed it!

I took Orrex's suggestions, and did some extensive revisions.

I'll PM you the revised story.

Glad this one gave you chills! Several of my fellow class-mates also felt them...

And my instructor said she was compelled to read it quickly, to find out just how it would end.

I'd posted the opening paragraph as one of the exercises in that class, so her interest had already been piqued.

Let me know what you think of the revised version, if you will...

Thanks again! :hi:
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ChicagoSuz219 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-01-09 07:50 AM
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23. "Summer Squall" is the name of one of my published poems... nt
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-01-09 11:19 AM
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24. I had no idea; I'm so sorry.
I have no plans to ever publish this.

I imagine that there are many stories with this name.
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ChicagoSuz219 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-01-09 08:40 PM
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25. Don't be sorry.... I was just surprised...
I was half-expecting to see the poem when I clicked on your comment. It's in an anthology of poems in a book called In Katrina's Wake - something a writer's group of friends put together to raise money after Hurricane Katrina for the Red Cross, etc.
You can't copyright a title.
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Nov-01-09 11:30 PM
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26. Thank you!
I was really surprised to see my thread kicked after such a long time.

It's cool.

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