So, this weeks 'Free Writing Task' was to carry on with the prompt 'The glint of moonlight on glass...'
I have here my freewriting exercise, unedited, untouched. From when I was given a few minutes to just let the idea's flow. Following that, is the re-done work from the same prompt, edited, beta read. I just wanted to prove a point, that your first, or rough draft, is about getting the idea and the flow out there. After that, you can edit and change to your hearts content. - Writer's rarely ever like their first draft.
The glint of moonlight on glass was the only light in the otherwise pitch black room. The dead quiet broken by the sound of his gentle breathing behind her. Her next breath came as a sigh, eyes straining to make out whatever she had heard in the darkness. Tree’s slowly came into view as her eyes adjusted, the moon lending it's light while the forest obscured it.
“Anything?” She shook her head, turning her back on the huge glass doors and returning to bed. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly against him. Knowing she felt safe in his arms beneath the covers.
“I told you it was just a nightmare. Go to sleep.” He whispered, kissing the top of her head as he settled back down. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat and the steady sound of him breathing. Pretending to sleep, but knowing she would get no more sleep that night.
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She awoke with a start, hands clutching at the empty bed sheets beside her. The smooth fabric twisted between her fingers. Her other hand came up to the over sized t-shirt that covered her frame, holding the fabric up to her nose. The overwhelming smell of smoke brought memories of the fire they’d set on the beach hours earlier, the undercurrents still reminded her of him however. The salt air that seemed to be stuck within the fibers of the shirt, his own musk, blended in a scent that screamed him.
A glint of moonlight off the double glass doors, warm breeze blowing the curtains apart as it crept through the room towards her, caressing her legs as she slid them from the sheets, bare feet sliding across the wooden floors. Hands reaching for the sheer curtain fabric, intending to close it once more.
The figure silhouetted against the moonlight stopped her. He was doubled over, head against the banister. Breathing hitched and gasped, frame shaking with the force of each choked sob.
“Babe?” She crossed to his side, fingers brushing up his bare back. He straightened, turning to her. Hands coming up to his eyes, swiping at his cheeks.
“Hey I thought you were asleep?” The whisper couldn’t hide the raspiness of his voice, dry and hoarse.
“What’s wrong?” She ignored him, running her hands through his hair. His head landed against her shoulder with a thump. Warm breaths rolling across her neck. Tears soaking into the fabric, splashing against her skin, his firm arms wrapped around her slender waist, squeezing her tightly to him.
There was little she could do but comfort him, hands running up and down the groove of his spine. Her fingers brushing across the bumps from residual scars across his back. He shivered slightly, tears slowly slowing. Her hands ran up his arms to his face when he pulled away from her. The scruff beneath her palms, thumbs wet as they attempted to dry his tears.
“Nightmare?” She guessed, leaning her head against his shaking chest, feeling each deep breath as he tried to get his breathing under control.
“Memory.” He corrected, his head resting against her own, lips firm against the top of her head. A smile tugged up the corner of her lips as he inhaled deeply, the tension seeming to flood from his body beneath her fingertips.
I really like how the second part turned out, I feel like I was better able to communicate what I wanted to say at the start. It could still be improved, but I'm happy for now.
(originally published on www.rosedemica.blogspot.com).
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