MORE SNOW, NOW SUNSHINE, A HEAT WAVE COMING, PLUGGING ALONG ON HANNAH

At three o’clock this morning, JoJo and Titan just had to go outside.  Of course, it was cold as the Arctic.  I put on their coats, yes my pups have coats, and I put on mine, and we ventured out into the night.  Thank goodness we have a motion light on the roof of the back porch plus one over the back door.  They were both on.  I was surprised it was snowing and snowing hard.  The pups rushed out, did their business and we hurried back inside where it was nice and toasty.  After that, we curled up in the recliner and went back to sleep.  When I have back pain from lifting heavy objects, sometimes at night it is difficult to lay in bed, so I sleep in my recliner for an hour or two, then go back to bed.  That’s what happened last night  The snow continued until around noon today.  Now the sunshine is blinding to look out the doors or windows.  Oh well, soon the snow will be gone as we are going to have a temperature in the forties and fifties for the next several days.  That makes me happy.  I can go out, start my car and see if the subzero temperatures caused any damage as my vehicle is parked outside all the time.  No room in the garage.  For that matter, it has always been parked out in the elements. 

I have to say I am pleased with how FOR LOVE OF HANNAH is coming along.  Like I have said before, this was a completed short story I had written, but never published.  All I’m doing is extending the storyline with several changes to the plot and more development of the characters.  I’m going to insert part of the opening of chapter one and would appreciate my readers opinion.  If you would, email me at dreamah.lockwood@aol.com

Chapter One

It was THAT day again.  It didn’t matter how many sunrises had come and gone, that date existed on the calendar like a black tumor, all the while waiting, growing with remembered pain, to rear it’s ugly head once more.  It was the one day seared in Hannah Noel Robert’s brain like a wound which had been cauterized with a hot blade.  The dreaded moment when she had opened the front door and stared at two Marines, in dress uniform, with grave expressions on their faces. 

“Noooooooooooooooooooooo!” had wailed from the depths of her soul, as sobbing, she dropped to her knees knowing what their visit meant.  And the agony they would inflict.  Her husband, Marine Sergeant Nathan C. Roberts, would not be coming home from Afghanistan.

After that, everything became a blur.  An only child, her mother dead, and father long gone, there’d been no one to call but her Aunt Pauline and her cousin, Joy.  They drove eight hundred miles plus in fourteen hours from Kentucky to be with her.  No longer alone, even they couldn’t hold back the anguish of the situation.  Nothing could stop the despair lodged in her heart.  That vital organ had virtually been ripped from her chest.

Well, everyone have a great weekend and stay safe.  Remember, NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER. 

Dreamah

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