This month I’m sharing excerpts from my WIP from previous NaNoWriMos, working title Ash and Team. It is inspired by the Mi’kmaq-French Cinderella story called Oochigeaskw.
Ash (our Cinderella character)
Azula (her older sister)
Team (our “prince,” an invisible spirit)
Meg (his older sister, our narrator)
There was indeed an alcove in the side of a tall rock formation, not big enough to be called a cave, but large enough for two people to stand comfortably and not get their feet wet. The overhanging rock above their head jutted out several feet, casting a shadow on an already grey day.
Ash caught her breath for a minute as they listened to the rain come down. Team’s skin was still wet from the river and the rain, and the beads of water caught what little light there was and reflected it straight to her eyes.
“You know, you can barely even see your scar in the dark like this,” Team said suddenly. “I noticed at the wedding, too—” His eyes widened and he broke off as he realized what he was saying. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say things like that, I forget…”
She shook her head, although her hand had already risen to the right side of her neck. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything. This is from an accident when I was young. I don’t talk about it much.” She was looking out into the rain.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated gently.
“It’s okay,” she said, and she meant it. She still had butterflies in her stomach, but with Team, a lot of things that should have felt embarrassing, somehow…didn’t.
There was something she had meant to ask him, and now she forged ahead. “So, why haven’t we ever met before? I mean, I’ve lived in this village my whole life, but I don’t remember you from before…”
“Before I ran into you?”
She smiled sheepishly. “If that’s how you want to put it.”
“Well, there’s an easy answer to that. You may have grown up here, but I didn’t.”
“So you did come from another village?”
H nodded. “Yes. A few years ago.”
“Why did you move?”
His face was drawn as he looked out into the rain. “There was a…a sickness. A lot of people died. My parents, too. So my sister and I, we came here. Like a fresh start.”
Ash felt rather bad she had asked. “I’m sorry about your parents. I lost my mother, too. When I was very little. She was sick, too.”
“I’m sorry. Do you remember her at all?”
“A little. Father says that my sister is a lot like her.”
Team shook his head ruefully and chuckled. “My sister is nothing like my mother.” His tone grew more thoughtful. “I remember she sang a lot, and she told me stories. She was always smiling. Just being around her felt…warm.” He hugged his arms to his chest.
“She sounds wonderful.”
“She was. It’s good to remember her. I don’t want to forget.”
They listened to the rain for a minute until Team spoke again.
“My sister, though—she’s more like my father. More practical. It’s really thanks to her that we survived after my parents passed.”
“What’s her name?”
That flustered him for some reason. “My sister? Oh, I don’t think you’d know her.”
“Are you sure? What does she look like?”
Now he just seemed baffled. “Um, well, she has long dark hair. In braids.” He pantomimed, as if that would help.
Ash couldn’t help smiling a little. “Does she really.”
“What?” He threw up his hands in mock surrender. “I don’t know the kinds of things you girls say.”
“Well, how would you describe me?” she said.
He started at her for a second, then narrowed his eyes. “Is this a test?”
He looked even more confused, if that was possible, when she started laughing.