Back to the Desert

It’s Saturday which means time for another installment of WeWriWa. You must write either 8 sentences or 150 word limit for poetry. Lots of great writers participate. You can check em out via ze button above.

For those who are new, I am continuing my story about Hagar and Ishmael in the Desert. For understanding the backstory, go here. For previous installments: Part onePart two, Part threePart four, and Part five. Can’t believe how long this is getting! Hopefully it will be finished over the next few weeks. Where we are now: Hagar is flashing back to life while Sarai is pregnant.

Rating: G totally sfw

Life went on: we roamed with the sheep and Sarai’s belly grew round as the months passed. Though a miracle, it was no easy pregnancy. She struggled to keep any food down. She needed me more than ever, though never at night.

Previously, I had slept in her tent, even during my own pregnancy. She claimed I snored, though she shared Abram’s tent. Whispers of Sarai’s strange dreams moved through the camp and her strange fear for her baby. Though haunted with an ill feeling, I watched the future come towards me as her pregnancy lengthened.

feedback, thoughts, questions always welcomed. Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!

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Weekend Warriors: Return to the Desert

Welcome back! Once again, I am participating in Weekend Writing Warriors. You must write either 8 sentences or 150 word limit for poetry. I’ll admit: I haven’t been doing it quite right. But today I will! Check out the other amazing writers on ze button above.

For those who are new, I am continuing my story about Hagar and Ishmael in the Desert. For understanding the backstory, go here. For previous installments: Part one, Part two

Synopsis so far: Hagar and Ishmael are wandering the desert. They have no water. Hagar is becoming desperate and has decided to kill her son out of mercy. Now it’s a flashback to the moment when Sarai (ie Sarah) asked her to be a surrogate.

For a moment, I just looked at her. After 8 years, I believed I knew all her moods, all her expressions. But that day I saw something for the first and only time.  Sarai’s eyes were open, full of waiting. Her face contorted with both need and shame.  This power tasted strange on my tongue, a strange bitter sweetness.  

I heard myself say, “Of course” and  the world shifted beneath me. 

Have a good weekend! Comments, thoughts and critique always appreciated 🙂