Tendril


"Prayers are threads." Ian lazily drew his oar towards him before pulling it from the water.

The sun slanted across Findley Lake, temporarily strewing it with gemstones. "Prayers are just words, Ian."

"Prayers bind us to each other, unite us in common purpose."

"Not if we ain't all praying for the same thing."


Ian shrugged. "Prayers are a net cast across the universe?"

After his painting business went belly-up four months ago, Ian started a correspondence course on pastoring.

"Sounds like you're confusing Santy Claus with God. You still praying for that Harley every night?"

Ian hee-hawed and I knew I had him.

"You can charm Santa to bring you what you want by scattering a few hints like a handful of birdseed. 'Member that train set you kept asking for?"

Ian laughed. "That worked," he said. "Until I stopped believing."

"What happens," I whispered, "when you stop believing in God?"

Ian turned and faced me, rocking the canoe gently. "You know that Elyse wouldn't've wanted that."

I nodded.

He looked around. "This place look about right?"

We'd reached the middle of the lake. Elyse had called it the center of the world. "Yes." I fished her engagement ring from my blue jeans and held it up. "It wasn't much of a ring."

"It was everything, Joey."

I tossed the ring into the lake. As it hit, it sent forth three drops of water.

"Look at those circles," Ian said. "Growing and expanding. Every act has meaning, Joey. Elyse wouldn't want you to forget that." He opened two bottles of beer and handed me one. "To Elyse," he said, raising his bottle in a toast.

"To Elyse," I agreed, clinking my bottle against his.

"Some day, someone's going to find that ring and thank God."

A wave of circles spread across the lake. A fish broke the surface in pursuit of a mosquito. I shot out a tentative tendril of a prayer; watched it wind its way towards the blueness of the sky.

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was charm.


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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Tendril

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Tendril


"Prayers are threads." Ian lazily drew his oar towards him before pulling it from the water.

The sun slanted across Findley Lake, temporarily strewing it with gemstones. "Prayers are just words, Ian."

"Prayers bind us to each other, unite us in common purpose."

"Not if we ain't all praying for the same thing."


Ian shrugged. "Prayers are a net cast across the universe?"

After his painting business went belly-up four months ago, Ian started a correspondence course on pastoring.

"Sounds like you're confusing Santy Claus with God. You still praying for that Harley every night?"

Ian hee-hawed and I knew I had him.

"You can charm Santa to bring you what you want by scattering a few hints like a handful of birdseed. 'Member that train set you kept asking for?"

Ian laughed. "That worked," he said. "Until I stopped believing."

"What happens," I whispered, "when you stop believing in God?"

Ian turned and faced me, rocking the canoe gently. "You know that Elyse wouldn't've wanted that."

I nodded.

He looked around. "This place look about right?"

We'd reached the middle of the lake. Elyse had called it the center of the world. "Yes." I fished her engagement ring from my blue jeans and held it up. "It wasn't much of a ring."

"It was everything, Joey."

I tossed the ring into the lake. As it hit, it sent forth three drops of water.

"Look at those circles," Ian said. "Growing and expanding. Every act has meaning, Joey. Elyse wouldn't want you to forget that." He opened two bottles of beer and handed me one. "To Elyse," he said, raising his bottle in a toast.

"To Elyse," I agreed, clinking my bottle against his.

"Some day, someone's going to find that ring and thank God."

A wave of circles spread across the lake. A fish broke the surface in pursuit of a mosquito. I shot out a tentative tendril of a prayer; watched it wind its way towards the blueness of the sky.

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was charm.


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3 Comments:

At July 25, 2013 at 12:51 PM , Blogger Jo-Anne Teal said...

So very lovely. The deliberate pace you've created matches the story perfectly. I also like that your characters were male as in a scene like this, the choice is often made to go with a female perspective. I really enjoyed this. Very nice work, Kelly.

 
At July 25, 2013 at 2:37 PM , Anonymous injaynesworld said...

What a little gem of a piece. Really lovely, Kelly.

 
At July 25, 2013 at 4:50 PM , OpenID jannatwrites said...

This is so beautifully written. The conversation between them is engaging. I smiled at this exchange:

"Prayers bind us to each other, unite us in common purpose."

"Not if we ain't all praying for the same thing."

 

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