Writing Pilates

The writing Assignment this week: Have Your Character Experience A Sudden Loss.

Have Your Character Experience A Sudden Loss

Miss Borka’s bad leg slid out from under her and she wobbled on the wall for a moment. But miraculously the crippled girl steadied herself and turned to give Bosomella an arrogant sniff before dangling her legs over the monks wall and watching the activity below. The machine squealed and squelched as it was moved but only once did a rogue wind lift the great tarp that concealed it, revealing a sort of wound up pin with a massive pointed tip and great masses of gears and shining metal pieces. But then the red-robbed figures snatched the tarp back down and finished moving their latest wonder into a different building of thick black stone.

By this time the sun was setting and the forest creatures skittering to safety and Bosomella began tugging at her mistresses cloak with that sort of frantic strength that accompanies the mad rush of blood to muscles that are certain that a swift and sudden flight is required. But Miss Borka paused, just as the monks of Scatchenliklieve began to rise.

They tipped back their heads to the night and flung their arms wide and the air seemed to come up beneath them lifting them up up up toward the darkness that the great red vultures had just vacated in favor of their craggy nests. And just as they topped the walls and Miss Borka slowly slowly began to back toward the thick sturdiness of the branch, the closest monk met her gaze and returned it with a small laughing smile. Bosomella sat frozen, her fingers still clasping Miss Borka’s hood. And at that smile there came a small gasp from her  mistress and Miss Borka jerked once, tipped slowly, and went plummeting from the wall, dragging Bosomella with her to the stony ground below.