Happy fall everyone! And once again, thank you for your kind patience.
Below you will find our October prompt! Note: because I'm posting this late in the month, feel free to do your posts into November. I'll plan on putting up the next prompt the week of November 10th.
Rules:
1. At any time during the month, on your own blog post a scene from a book or film that matches the prompt, including a link back here in your post.
2. Make sure to come back and leave a link to your entry in the box on this post. That's it!
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October's prompt is:
A scene by a lake in book or film
Full confession, this prompt came about because we just had a lovely little trip up in the mountains beside the bluest and turquoise-y-est lakeside and I'm just filled up to the point of being dazed with fresh mountain air and bushy undergrowth and granite boulders and fall colors and shifting-water-blues. (+ the high altitude sun. xD)
So! I'm going to share one of my favorite scenes from Augusta Jane (Evans) Wilson's A Speckled Bird. It's an old, very very romantic title, slightly mushy (so wouldn't recommend for young teens), but never strays into inappropriosity. The following is a pivotal scene, but shouldn't be too much of a spoiler. ;)
I read this book so many times I have it by heart. (And note: our main characters are married at this point, which is the main twist in this tale v. others.)
"The 'blue room' looked out on the sickle-shaped beach and upon the lake, and when the sun rose above cliffs at the rear of the house, the racing waves leaped, crooned, flashed in golden light.
Looping back the lace draperies at the window, Eglah stood watching the flight of a loon, the quivering, silver flickers of ducks' wings against the pale pink sky-line, the gliding of a sloop with sails bending like a huge white butterfly balancing over some vast blue flower.
Walking slowly up the beach, Mr. Herriott was approaching the stile, and with him the collie Pilot, the Polish wolfhound Tzar, one on each side, and the wiry black-and-white Skye terrier Snap wriggling in front. At the stile Amos Lea sat waiting, and master and gardener talked for some minutes.
After a little the latter rose, put one hand on Mr. Herriott's shoulder, raised the other, and turned his rugged face toward heaven.
Eglah knew he was praying for the man now hurrying away to multitudinous dangers, and her eyes grew strangely humid. When the mist cleared, she saw they were shaking hands, and Amos disappeared behind the garden wall. As the master neared the terrace steps he glanced up at her window, took off his cap, and saluted her. He had never looked so commanding, so nobly built, so superior to all other men. Something stirred, quivered, woke up in her heart, and a swift spasm of pain seized her."
(And... there's still a long road for the poor things from there. ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ As aforementioned, it is very romantic.💓) Let me know if you've read any of AEW's books!
