The Skies Are Lighted With Lamps #10 (A part of my novel)

About one hour had passed so far.  The time though seemed longer.  In a cage, time goes slowly.  He became used to this.  But just sitting there in the kitchen, Deo began to feel time itself had stopped.  Although he was in his house, he felt as though he was invisible to the home.  The white and gray striped shirt and khaki three quarter pants was all he came home with.  This suit was one of the best he had acquired, keeping clean and worn only on special occasions.  Out here, it is just cloths.  Cloths if sold could purchase maybe a cigarette or a drink of rum and nothing else.  On the islet, men could lose their life for accidentally staining possessions like these.

 

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The Skies Are Lighted With Lamps #5 (A part of my novel)

So with the exception of the occasional letters Shelly wrote him, and post cards the children made by hand to send him; this was the only contact he had with them.

And now, he sat at the table, a stranger in their lives.

 

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The Skies Are Lighted With Lamps #4 (A part of my novel)

The family had not seen him for twelve and a half years, during the time of his incarceration.  All this time he spent on the islet of Centenery, about three hours from the main land.  From his family, he lived isolated.  Shelly had little means and could not travel freely to see him.  Also, the last place that anyone could end up was on Centenery.  The local fishermen preferred to venture out into the protected waters of the neighboring countries, than to veer in that direction.  But there a father and husband was.  Centenery was considered a curse.  And even Deo, as much as at times he longed for his family, this was not a place to come near. ………………….

 

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The Skies Are Lighted With Lamps #3 (A part of my novel)

Weddings are golden moments.  They bring joy, an uneasy anticipation by all involved.  On the other hand, funerals are the total opposite.  Screeching groans; moans from a beaten weary crowd.  Seeking answers and bellowing the lost of a friend.   Tonight it was a cross between the two; a wedding and a funeral.  It was the return of Shelly’s husband Deo Narine, to not only his family but to the village. ……….

 

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The Skies Are Lighted With Lamps #2 (A part of my novel)

It was a bit early in the evening.  Much earlier than when the family had their evening meal, but their they were, sitting, ready.  The dazzling light from the setting sun had just vanished behind the hill.  There was a gleam of orange that remained in the sky for a little while.  Maybe for about ten or fifteen minutes this spectacle lingered.  As the night fully took control of the skies it signaled a time for Kiskadee to recharge.  There were no stars to see tonight, the skies seemed lonely; even the orange streak was eventually gone. …………

 

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Following a character

The more I write about a character (follow them and ask them questions), the more they reveal themselves to me. I have this character called Deo in one of my stories, and thought I knew him well, but I am discovering this man is more mysterious than I thought. He has a story to tell; something he is hiding.

I think I will ask him what it is. Or hope he tells me, at least if he considers me his friend. I just hope I could deal with whatever he reveals.

Did some editing today.

It’s really interesting to see how your work continues to take shape as you work on the various parts of it. It takes some time though. But can’t complain too much, for I am seeing it take shape.

I have given myself until about this months end to complete check through of about 40,000 words, before giving it to someone else to have a read. So right now its just me doing my self edits (and feeling sleepy).