Here is a story I am in the middle of writing. I hope it inspires. Comments and suggestions are encouraged! 🙂
CHAPTER 1. A Day at the Orchard
June sat patiently in the orchard, reflecting on her faith. Why did she doubt the love of her Creator? It was a perfect day outside. The rustling of the trees. Auburn leaves falling silently to the ground. It was a magnificent orchard. Shrubs of different hues. It was a quiet day for June.
She had every good reason to see His provision in her life. She was a writer and interviewer for a big music magazine called, Beats and Sounds. She had interviewed everyone from U2’s Bono, Thom Yorke to the late David Bowie right before his passing.
In fact, her name got some buzz because her interview with David Bowie ended up being his last interview before his death. She even asked him controversial questions like, “Do you think America finds you to be a sex symbol?” “Why does Blackstar have undertones of morality? Are contemplating your own morality on this record?”
She was relentless in her desire to stray away from obvious interview questions. For example, “What are your musical influences?” “How does your writing process work?” She was not interested in the direction of an artist’s sound as much as the nitty gritty questions that everybody wanted to know but was afraid to ask. She even asked Radiohead’s Thom Yorke about his birth defect that resulted in one shut eye. At times, she could appear insensitive but rather she was curiously passionate in a sharp way.
She was close to her parents, in distance and heart. And to top things off, they were just about to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. Heather and George met in college and instantly connected. June, on the other hand, in her young twenties, was more focused on climbing the career ladder than romance. Sometimes at night she wished she had someone who would put his loving arms around her at night. But she had her hands full.
She worked 45 hour work weeks. Her boss told her if she continued to do well as one of their writers she could be in a more authoritive position, overseeing many of the other writers and giving them deadlines and constructive feedback on their pieces for the magazine.
She used to spend her free time to pray but she found herself taking on other projects instead. She was a ghost writer for many other people where she would write out their story for them while making an income but her name was a “ghost” or mysterious to the outside world. At first, she desired that her name be attached to her work but the money kept flowing anyway, so it evened out in the end.
“I haven’t missed talking with you, God,” she muttered to God out in the orchard. “Is that a problem?” She took a big sigh, surprised she let some much time slip away from Him. She continued on, “But because my life feels empty without You, I still think about getting closer to You again. So how can we become closer again?”
June contemplated on losing her younger sister one fateful day. Helen, her sister, who was just a toddler, was chasing after their dog Scotty who left the backyard through an unseen hole in the fence obstructed by a shrub. Helen was young enough at the time to crawl underneath it. I saw Helen crawl underneath it. I yelled towards her, “Get back here, Helen!” But she already darted off. It was too late. We found her body on the street. She was hit by a driver on her way chasing Scotty. This was many years ago. June could never let it go. She blamed God for every bad occurrence in her life now. From food poisoning, delayed flights, rotten veggies, hurricanes, and toddler deaths.
Today was no exception. But the difference about today was she was going to confront God about it. She was tired of hiding beneath a rock. She demanded an answer from Him. But was He going to answer?
…He did but in the most unusual way.
Stay tuned for Chapter 2!