I love it when I see a character in my mind and begin following them. Their details gain focus and the setting emerges. In flows their backstory and their part of the tale, like water flowing into me, filling me.
Then there is the tension. He suffers and I suffer as I write about his suffering, feeling his pain so I can find the right words and perspective to put his losses into place. Counsel moves slowly, not wanting to disturb the dust, aware and afraid that dust is overtaking him. Who will care for Kqishawn if he is gone? She's losing her mind and her looks and without either, what will she be out here on society's edges? But maybe she'll be gone before him. He's not sure. Of course he's not sure. But once she's gone, what is he? An aging blue-eyed black man with scrambled past lives memories.
Fate, though, moves its finger and finds him again, as it always has. Hasn't he yet learned? What he wants doesn't matter.
He has duties.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com