NaNoWriMo for Wimps



In solidarity with Tigger, I’m adopting her goal of 10,000 words–333 per day.  Today’s entry: 337.  I’m four words ahead!



My mother died saving my life. 


The advertisement on the colorful flyer drew us out of our tiny apartment on a sunny June morning.



Soar Free

1 hour ride in a hot air balloon

Like nothing you’ve ever done




So up we went, Mama and me, with a balloon guy that looked too heavy to have his job.  As we rose into the air he grinned at me with perfect straight teeth that looked plastic.  His nylon jacket stunk of cigarettes.


“You ever fly like a bird before?” he asked me.


“Birds don’t fly like this,” I said.  “Birds flap their wings.”


“Well, you can flap if you want,” he told me, waving his arms up and down and causing the balloon basket to lurch.  My stomach lurched with it.


I don’t know what went wrong.  The balloon went up and up, the ground got farther away.  The wind blew my hair in my eyes and my mother gripped my shoulders so hard I could still see marks later.  The balloon man yakked at her and at me.  I looked for our Pontiac on the ground.


When I first noticed the Pontiac getting closer, I thought our ride must be coming to an end.  Then I heard the balloon man shouting.  I heard my mother screaming.  I heard the wind rushing in my ears, and I covered them with my hands.


My mother lifted me up and clutched me tightly, my legs wrapped around her waist.  When the basket hit the ground I felt the impact muted through her body.  I landed on top of her, splayed across her and the cushiony middle of the balloon man.  I felt flattened. 


As the onlookers ran towards us, I stood up and shook myself out to my usual form.  The bits of broken basket made jagged obstacles that I moved gingerly around as I took my first steps away from my original life and stumbled into my new one.


I was five years old and alone in the world.




18 thoughts on “NaNoWriMo for Wimps

  1. Wow, your writing is both elegant and visceral.  I feel covetousness creeping in.RYC:  Ha!  Flea collar!  Actually, it’s beaded fringe left over from a really awful purse i tried to make for my niece.  I think even Temporary Emergency Services didn’t want it.

  2.   It’s starting out very exciting!   I’m a little confused, though.  Just whose mother is Gone With the Wind,  yours or Tigger’s?   Are you writing this together, or does she have her own?  What about Little Bit?  Can’t she get in on this somehow? 

  3. You always begin a story so interestingly.  May it continue, and not go the way of the scrazy (I’m creating words here, I don’t care) clown…I never did get to read the end of that story.

  4. Okay, I admit, I skipped reading your story, but I did read your last post and I have to say that I love the book The Witch of Blackbird Pond – Kit is a great girl!  And Hannah, of course, is lovely. I haven’t read I Coriander, but it sounds good.  I think it’s funny that Puritans have been stalking you.  It was a scary version of Christianity, that’s for sure.  Oh, I also love YA lit.  Very good stories!

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