A Quick Note:
Ahh. So glad to be back, my lufflies. What was it, only about 3 days ago that I published "A Single Bullet"? No, it couldn't be that long. –bursts out laughing-
Okay, so I'm trying to be funny, and I'm failing miserably. Sue me, Mary Sue. Bite me, Gary Stu.
Here's a teaser for this fabulous story, Wood is Luffley.
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When you're a girl like Elizebeth Skyse, you don't exactly follow the grain of the wood. I mean, sure, you cut along the pencil marks and file off the chipped parts of it, clean things up, and get the perfect carpentry master piece. Yeah, a female carpenter. That's a new one. But who cares if you cut things a little too close? Cut a few corners to get there? That project was a beautiful piece, right?
But the metaphors she used, and the way this young brunette viewed life was rather unique.
Life is like wood. Bland, until you start marking things up, cutting bits and pieces off to shape it into something. Different lives follow their own paths, and to get along with other people, you have to respect their grain. Sand off their hard exterior, and the interior is sweet, pure, beautiful. And people come in every variation, like wood. Red, Oak, Maple, Ply, Hard, Soft, Zebra, Balsa, Cherry... Everyone is different. And yet we have so much in common.
"Ahahaha!" came a laugh from behind the brunette Elizebeth, and as she turned her chocolate eyes rolled. Amanda, Kayla, and J.J. stood at their table, wiping their foreheads with a file brush.
"You still have some..." Amanda said to J.J.. Liz smirked.
"Sawdust on your forehead?" the Skyse girl asked, picking up a quarter inch hand file and going over the corners of her own chunk of sawed wood again. Kayla nodded, checking her complexion in a pocket mirror. Elizebeth shook her head. "Niiice," she replied.
"Skyse?" called Mr. Roland, the shop supervisor. After all, only God knows why some of these people applied for jobs in carpentry. Some didn't even know how to use a hammer. They'd have a tough time getting out of training. As Lizzie walked toward her supervisor, she saw another brunette woman, only one year older than she, at twenty two. This semi-familiar woman was dressed in all black, a solemn look on her face. Elizebeth was starting to wonder what was going on.
"Sam...?" Elizebeth asked.