I just finished the A-Z blogging challenge— the second time in two years. I wrote 26 stories, more or less in 26 days, well about 26 hours, if I’m to be honest. Being me, I winged through all of it, without any pre-planning.
Time to relax a bit, (and put up the I survived! badge–please pick it up from here if you survived too) I think, and to do that, I have to hit my bookshelf. I have a few books by my bedside and in various nooks of my home, reading-in-progress, so hitting the bookshelf is more or less to play a game– I hit a random book, eyes closed, and read out a passage (and if I’m in the mood, write a story based on it).
I’ll share with you the one I hit today:
The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor.
Do you ever do random things like this with your books? Can you guess what (classic) book this passage is from?