At first glance, today’s story might not seem to match the photo. The setting of one is quite different from the setting of the other, but the photo reminded me of a little story I’ve been playing with in my head and in select Friday Fictioneers pieces. I exceeded the 100 word limit this week, but I wanted to fit in all the little details I’ll want when I (hopefully) weave it into a novel.
Some of you may remember Nora and Molly. This is their beginning…
To Hold a Kindred Spirit (Contemporary YA)
Rail thin, she heaves her backpack onto the lab table. “Anyone sitting here?”
“Stool’s empty, isn’t it?”
“Well, yes, but…” She scrunches up her freckled nose and glances about the room. “You might be saving it for someone.”
“Um, yeah. Let me tell you a little secret.” I lean closer, like it isn’t common knowledge. “I’m not exactly cool.”
Her face breaks into a smile, and she eases herself onto the stool. “I’m not, either.”
When she opens her backpack, A Separate Peace falls out.
“John Knowles…” I can hear the dorkiness in my voice as I fight the urge to hug the book.
“He’s kind of my favorite. Well, behind L.M. Montgomery. I’m Molly, by the way.”
For the second time in one morning, I offer a gut-felt prayer. Please, please let her be a kindred spirit.