A Woman of Strength is one who influences and inspires others to face their own
demons.
I have launched my series with three previously published stories; Juliana - Rosa - Shani
Today we will look into Shani's story. It was rewarding
to write a story from a woman of color's perspective. It is my hope her story inspires
someone to rise to the challenge and conquer their own fears.
Blurb:
Shani is a woman of color, adopted by loving parents. After her mother's untimely
death, she learns a deep, dark secret that makes her question everything about her life
and those who loved her.
How often do we search for answers and find they are not necessarily what we want to
hear? Is time a great healer, or are some things unforgivable?
Here's a short excerpt.
Frigid rain pelted her face mercilessly. The last thing on her mind when she’d run from her mother’s house was the weather. Her body shivered uncontrollably, and she flexed her numb fingers in a futile attempt to coax the circulation back. She knew better than to ride in this kind of weather. One wrong move and she’d be sliding down the asphalt.
Frigid rain pelted her face mercilessly. The last thing on her mind when she’d run from her mother’s house was the weather. Her body shivered uncontrollably, and she flexed her numb fingers in a futile attempt to coax the circulation back. She knew better than to ride in this kind of weather. One wrong move and she’d be sliding down the asphalt.
Like
a beacon in the night, the sign for Belona Falls flashed at the side of the road.
Mitch.
Shani hadn't visited her dear friends in over two years. Not
since her mother’s funeral. Carefully, she turned onto the exit ramp that led to one
of the few places she knew the door would always be open to her. Maybe Mitch could
answer her questions. She couldn't ask her mother, and her father
left some time ago for an extended road trip for parts unknown.
Shani
hunched over her gas tank. Finally, the familiar drive came into view. She geared
down and struggled to manoeuvre her bike along the pothole-riddled lane. Darkness
blanketed the house, and her heart sank.
Please don’t tell me they’re not home.
Shani
parked in front of the house just as light flooded the porch. The curtain in the window
moved aside to reveal her dear friend Mitch’s eyes, which lit up with recognition.
She lifted her leg over her bike and lumbered up the steps.
“Shani? Is that you, girl?” Mitch stood in the open doorway. “Have you lost your
mind? Get in here before you catch your death.”
Her
teeth chattered, her body a mass of shivers as she stood in the growing puddle at her
feet.
“Wait
right there. I’ll get some towels.” He shook his head and scurried across the room.
Not
long after, she traded her wet clothes for comfy, oversized pyjamas. The fire crackled
and popped, a welcome reprieve from the rain. Shani tucked her feet under her and
pulled the fuzzy blanket up under her arms.
“Nice
and sweet, just the way you like it.” Mitch handed her a mug of steaming tea and sat in
the armchair next to her. “Now, tell me why you were out riding in a storm. You know
better than that.”
Thank you Sue, for having me here on the 4th day of my Women of Strength
Blog Tour.
Each month I will add a new story of another Woman of
Strength.
I hope you will enjoy this ongoing series.
Please leave a comment
and I will randomly pick one winner to receive this calendar magnet for 2013 and
this lovely steampunk pewter, symbol for woman charm. All names will go in a draw to
win your choice of one of these three stories.
Please feel free to visit me on the next stop of my blog tour. You will find the
schedule HERE
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