I feel like I haven't progressed as much as I would have hoped to. In fact I was a bit surprised when I opened the document and realized I was on Chapter 11 instead of 7 like I was expecting. However I believe its high time I shared some of the little bits from the novel here. Feedback is much appreciated.
The
lights on seaview twinkled in mischief. Samir loved driving by here on the way back home. Well he did on most days
but today he was on autopilot, barely noticing that he had taken the scenic
route. He didn’t see the crowds or hear their laughter or utter a sigh of bliss
at the way the moon caused the ocean to glitter like a bedecked bride in
jewels. He felt weary and a little
surprised at Anita’s accusations.
A glass
shattered into pieces. Anita rattled by the sound woke up from her slumber.
Since the maids’ pregnancy it was like she had extra limbs, on a daily basis
something or the other broke. Annoyed Anita often dismissed her early; she
might as well look for someone new. Does feeling guilty about not feeling
guilty make one a wretch? Anita mulled.
Sue tried to breath but she couldn’t. She was
alive in a coffin and with every effort she made more spades of sand was thrown
at her deathbed, forcing her into the slumber of the ever after. She tried to
scream but her mouth had been stuffed with cotton wool. Her hands were bound
together with a tight wire around her hip; the little she could do was scratch
with her nails against the coffin - a whisper of a protest. Then she heard them
patting the sand – miles above her - tapping in mockery. She awoke in dread.
What Atif and Fari come to share was what the world would have only
muddied as shame, but they didn’t know and never would. It would ignite like a
forest fire, lasting, impressionable, embossing their hearts forever but
remaining obscure to the outside world.

