50 Years Waiting

50 Years Waiting

Today I released a short story: “50 Years Waiting” is my foray into the world of smaller tales, although it is a pleasant eleven thousand words.  Originally I was going to flesh it out as a novel-length manuscript, but last summer I was encouraged by Suzy Stewart Dubot to try writing a short story.  This novella, if you will, is affectionately dedicated to Suzy, for her gentle arm-twisting, and was first released within the Why Me? collection by Top Writers Block.

So, why a short story?  Well, for one thing, I have more plots than I could shake a stick at.  This idea seemed suited to a more compact delivery, and once I started writing, the saga tumbled forth over several evenings last summer, when my husband was away on business.  What better way to kill time than by spinning a yarn?

Not that Andrea is bored; on her seventy-second birthday, she celebrates with family, worming her way out of joining her daughters on errands by saying she’s going fishing.  She has no plans to do anything of the sort, yet, an even bigger surprise awaits.  Andrea’s party is broken up by an old flame, yet that man, previously ten years her senior, has not aged a day since she last saw him, five decades in the past.  Thom Sugerman is still thirty-two, baffling himself, Andrea, and her grandchildren, who are just a bit younger than Thom.  How Thom managed to stay so young is one query.  The other causes Andrea great consternation; how could he still be in love with her with so many years passed in the interim?

Writing this tale, I pondered just how love remains, not for Thom, but a woman who suffered his disappearance, then married, raising a family.  A widow for ten years, now Andrea faces a lover never forgotten, also unchanged from when she last saw him.  How Thom slipped through time isn’t half of Andrea’s problems; her eldest grandson Justin harbors deep suspicions, as does his sister Laurel, who is a ringer for her grandmother as Thom remembers Andrea.  Yet, Thom only has eyes for one woman; he doesn’t see Andrea’s age spots and wrinkles, but her memorable smile and familiar hands.  Thom sees Andrea, or Andy, as he always called her, as the woman he loved, then somehow lost.  Andrea is baffled by that far more than how in the world he has shown up at her door.

Next week I’ll be taking off some time, and hopefully not losing any of it; a belated anniversary holiday is in the works that will see no writing, but probably some plotting.  And perhaps a wee bit of blogging, if something intriguing occurs.  I am in need of some days with just the hubby in warm climes amid our second favourite sport; football is long over, but baseball season looms.  If I happen to snag a moment with Angel Pagan, Marco Scutaro, or any other San Francisco Giant, I’ll post the evidence here.  In the meantime  if “50 Years Waiting” catches your fancy, head over to Smashwords and download your free copy.  This short story won’t be distributed via other online retailers, but is available in all ebook formats, so no matter what ereader tickles your fancy, “50 Years Waiting” is waiting for you.

16 thoughts on “50 Years Waiting

  1. Laura Bruno Lilly

    A visit to smashwords is on my list for this week. I can’t wait to read the 11K gem. This is a great time of year in the Bay area, enjoy it to the fullest this week!

  2. Seabell

    I think I know a great story when suddenly I try to write it myself. And then it becomes more interesting because I am not only reading but comparing two different ways of thinking. I hope to be successful with the download (local internet is slow and playful) and then I’ll let you know my impressions. I don’t write that well (in English) but I can recognize a good story and a good writer. Besides, I love the intensity of short narratives. 🙂 Thank you for this opportunity.

      1. Seabell

        You are a great storyteller. The contrast between the quiet gentleness of your female characters and the extraordinary events they live is remarkable. I just hope the same happens to me when I reach the seventies… “She leaned over him as he spoke, stroking his back, then kissing his skin. All she had bottled inside had been let loose last night, was still being uncorked that morning. How many years, not just the ten that Carl had been dead, but ages of missing this man, longing for just this sort of moment, where they were free to love each other without the specter of her parents or maybe getting pregnant. Then she laughed out loud, but it was cut short by his sudden lurch forward…”

      2. Anna Scott Graham Post author

        I’m so pleased you enjoyed it; I wanted to explore the ‘why me’ theme not just for Thom, but for Andrea. If faced with a similar situation, I hope I’m as brave as she is! 🙂

      3. Seabell

        Yes, the subjacent question is: would I? Makes one wonder and decide. The only think I don’t really like is the cover. It is limitative and completely different from the idea of Andrea in my mind, maybe because I know a couple of elegant seventies ladies. 🙂

      4. Anna Scott Graham Post author

        That granny is a sort of compromise between Andrea and the grannies of Thom’s era. My daughter thought it looked like her great-grandmother, which I thought was hilarious!

      5. Seabell

        I understand. Our idea of grannies depends of too many factors. Where I live grannies with thirty or so are easy to find. I particularly liked the after impact of your story, when I asked myself how I would react if I were Andrea. I enjoyed a lot. Thanks.

  3. Lex

    That’s all fine and dandy, but why didn’t you insert a short extract of the story here, give us a small piece of meat with all these starchy potatoes you just served up!!!! You’re talking 11,000 words… a teaser would be appropriate.


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