Continuing the Back Work theme, this week is the first 25% of a short story I wrote in the mid 1980s. It is the sort of stuff I wanted to write: fantasy. Quite dark fantasy (It is me, after all!), but fantasy none the less.
It's not 'me', 'though. It was who I was trying to be, It was who I wanted to be. In the absence of true connection, it is, in large part, story-less. Sorta. It is lyrical. It is logical. It does have a sequence of events. If my hubby can get the rest typed up by next week, and we can find the last three pages, you may even see the end. :-) But it is what much of my early writing was: vignette. Not complete. A sketch.
I rewrote the original short short version, and added the title it has now, to signal it would be on story in a sequence of 22 short stories, for a Creative Writing element of my degree at the University of East Anglia. The 22 short stories would range through the Major Arcana on the Tarot deck - from 0, The Fool, to 21, The World. Each would illustrate the theme of the card, and in the entire sequence, would be the development of awareness through the journeys of life. It's one of the things I keep remembering to think about finishing. :-)
The Hanged Man, for those not in the Tarot know, is a card of isolation and self-sacrifice: from which comes mystical understanding and knowledge. But a price must be paid.
I have resisted the urge to polish it up. A great deal of effort required to do nothing, actually, especially in respect to the adverbs... *shudder* I can only apologise for the first sentence.
