September 1, 2011 5 Comments Writing Stephanie Ayers

Today’s story is a continuation of Blair’s story {called Weathered in the tabs above}. It picks up where Betrayal left off. Today’s segment is a response to Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop prompt #2: Write about a time you disappointed yourself.


“Are you ready to go home?” Anthony’s voice was gentle.

“I am. I’m still not entirely sure why you are here, why you have been here consistently, and why I am letting you take care of me, but I am beyond ready to get out of this place.” Blair’s voice bounced off the barren walls around her, and she winced. It was a bit louder than she had intended. Her normally stoic face was unreadable to Anthony. He decided he needed to tread carefully.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. I’m just…just…disappointed.” If he hadn’t stepped closer to her, he never would have heard the last word as it dropped off the cliff of her lips.

“Disappointed? What? Why?”

A soft rush of air filled the room around him as her chest expelled.

“Because I let Louis get to me. He’s gone. He’s been gone 20 years. He shouldn’t get to me like this. I almost died!”

Long and eloquent fingers reached through the short space to her face, cupping it in the palm of his well-tended hand.

“Listen to me! What you have been going through lately is enough to send anyone into hysterics. The fact that it took you so long to crack is a testament to your strength. The last thing you need to be is disappointed in yourself.”

A sharp flick of her wrist and his hand plunged to his side.

“Everyone wants a piece of Blair Weathers. I’m surprised I didn’t see the vultures hanging out on the windowsill waiting for my lifeless body.” She rose testily from the hospital bed. The short walks with the nurses every day had gone a long way to reviving her land legs but she still felt leery to completely trust them right away. Anthony’s eyes flicked over the window, his ominous thoughts kept locked behind his tightly pressed lips. Now was not the time to tell Blair. He didn’t really know if there ever would be. He merely extended his arm to her, ready to sacrifice his strength for hers.

She accepted his arm and cast a last furtive look around the room that had been her home for the past six weeks. Her heart quickened slightly in her chest, and if Anthony felt the slight tremble, he said nothing. His fingers encased hers, filling her palm with needed warmth.

“Shall we go? Your vultures await you.”

Despite her will, her fingers moved to his face, leaving their imprint on the tiny half smile that had endeared itself to her. She felt her shoulders lighten as if he had taken a backpack filled with thick textbooks from her back. Her legs moved fluidly, and her heart settled back to its normal rhythm. Her chest tightened then loosened as her breath escaped its confinement. Wordlessly, she looked at him and smiled, a slight nod of agreement his reward as they stepped from the room, down the hall, and into the elevator.


   Concrit is always welcome here, especially with this story. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you liked as well as what you didn’t like. Knowing what  doesn’t work is just as important as knowing what does.

    Thanks for reading!

Stephanie Ayers A published author with a knack for twisted tales, Stephanie Ayers is the Executive Creative Director of OWS Ink, LLC, a community for writers and readers alike. She loves a good thriller, fairies, things that go bump in the night, and sappy stories. When she is not writing, she can be found in Creative Cloud designing book covers and promotional graphics for authors.
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    I’m glad to see that Blair still has that same fire. It would be a shame if this episode showed how weak she had become.

    I loved the line about the “vultures” awaiting her. Very amusing.

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      Oh, and I just clicked through to your page with all the Blair stories and you might want to re-structure the links. It’s a bit difficult to determine the order . Maybe one long list instead?

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        Yeah, I was thinking about that too. I should probably go back and fill in the gaps, but there should be a little mystery, hmm?

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      it is very difficult to write Blair right now. She’s vulnerable and tough as nails at the same time. I’m following this up tomorrow for TRDC too.


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