Thanks to Laura at My Baffling Brain for tagging me in the U Got The Look meme.
This is an interesting one: go to your current WIP, find the word "look" and post the surrounding paragraphs. Then tag 5 new people with the meme.
So I've copied something from the first page of Weaver. I was trying to find something further into the story, but as I searched, I realized that I use the word look A LOT. Time to break out the Thesaurus.
Anyway, without further ado, my entry:
It had been a long time since she had looked at the world through a Weaver's eyes, and for Myra Castor this was unusual. After all, being a Weaver, being able to pluck and weave those fibers of reality, was who she was, what she was born to do. But lately she had lost interest in the lines of the universe, and had allowed it all to slip into the back of her mind. Weaving was something she did when she was younger, like dying her dark, curly hair platinum blond, or staying up all night talking with interesting people, or dropping everything at a moment's notice to move on to a new adventure. It was something she used to do, not something she did now.
The revelation struck her as she sat in the Beanery with her hazelnut latte on a warm Monday morning in June. She had been nagged with a rising sense of dread all morning. The bad dreams and bad feelings that had plagued her for weeks stayed fresh in her mind, instead of fading away as they usually did. As she drove to the coffee shop for her usual latte, the sense of forboding had increased until she could literally feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, and her jaw ached from clenching her teeth. She had been at a red light, nearly to her destination only a block away, when she saw the bird.
It was perched on one of the lines that lined the street. The creature was so heavy that the lines sagged beneath its weight, and the feathers were spectacularly colored iridescent green and purple. But it wasn't the size of the thing or the technicolor plumage that made her stare, it was the creeping sensation that it didn't belong. It was unlike anything she had ever seen, or would expect to see perched on a power line in a city in North America. It looked like something that belonged in a tropical forest. Aside from being out of place, it felt wrong. For the first time in she didn't know how long, she reached out and tried to feel the lines that surrounded it. A ball of reality completely disconnected from hers surrounded the bird making it stand out against the background of the world. The bird stared back at her with unblinking black eyes as Myra leaned in closer to get a better look. It's head tilted left, then right, and then the bird took flight, its wings stretching wider than she thought possible. It swooped down towards her so quickly and so close she recoiled when she thought it was going to thump into her window. At the last moment it veered away and flew over the roof of her car. She craned her neck trying to follow the path the bird had taken, but she couldn't see it anywhere.
With the disappearance of the bird, the general malaise that had dogged her all morning lifted, as if the creature had taken it away on it's shimmering wings.
So that's that. I hope you enjoyed it.
Now for my picks:
LG Keltner at Writing Off the Edge
Von L. Cid at The Growing Writer
You'll notice that there are only two of them. Well, I suck at tagging people in memes.