Torn World: A Handhold on Life

Well, the story grew (both longer and more exciting) since Mikka sponsored what is now the first third of it, but finally I found the right title. This is from kelkyag 's request to see how Fleita sells her fine pottery, and ellenmillion 's request to see a southern graduation ceremony of one sort or another.

So, with the usual caveat that this is the rough draft (comments and questions welcome), and some details may change to keep the world consistent by the time it's published on TornWorld.net, here is my story from the August Muse Fusion:

A Handhold on Life
by Deirdre M. Murphy

“Isn’t it exciting?” Arremina’s eyes shone as she buckled the harness around her climbing clothes—sturdy long pants and shirt, in the red and yellow colors that signified her club. Her cuffs were the rough undyed material signifying pre-apprentice status, but that didn’t really detract from the bright figure she cut in the uniform. Even her hair was braided with red and yellow ribbons.

Fleitamelo carefully set up her wares on the rented table. She didn’t usually go to fairs and festivals herself, but had made an exception to see her daughter compete. “I—I’m glad you’re excited,” she answered belatedly.
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Torn World: A Handhold on Life

Well, the story grew (both longer and more exciting) since Mikka sponsored what is now the first third of it, but finally I found the right title. This is from kelkyag 's request to see how Fleita sells her fine pottery, and ellenmillion 's request to see a southern graduation ceremony of one sort or another.

So, with the usual caveat that this is the rough draft (comments and questions welcome), and some details may change to keep the world consistent by the time it's published on TornWorld.net, here is my story from the August Muse Fusion:

A Handhold on Life
by Deirdre M. Murphy

“Isn’t it exciting?” Arremina’s eyes shone as she buckled the harness around her climbing clothes—sturdy long pants and shirt, in the red and yellow colors that signified her club. Her cuffs were the rough undyed material signifying pre-apprentice status, but that didn’t really detract from the bright figure she cut in the uniform. Even her hair was braided with red and yellow ribbons.

Fleitamelo carefully set up her wares on the rented table. She didn’t usually go to fairs and festivals herself, but had made an exception to see her daughter compete. “I—I’m glad you’re excited,” she answered belatedly.
( read more! )

_______________________________

Writing does take energy and time. If you enjoyed this story, and would like to support me continuing to spend my time this way instead of, say, playing video games, please click on the hat or leave a comment.