By Graylin Fox
Coming Home is a short story set in the marshes off the coast of Georgia. Lyn has returned to her ancestral home. Her life and heart recently shattered by the loss of her husband and small son, she is welcomed back with open arms. And concern for her safety. The lovely brownies who helped her Grandmother raise her know what is coming when she settles in for the night, as does Theena, a water dryad who lives in the marsh off the back garden. She shared her wisdom and her love with the young fairy in her youth.
The nightmares Lyn remembered from her childhood come to life and come out of the fireplace. Why is she being attacked? Where are these creatures coming from? She’ll have to survive the night to ask.
I live in the marshes off Savannah Georgia. There is something about driving to and from work over the bridges spanning marshland that inspires the writer in me. Some days, I leave home and the island wrapped in fog, barely able to see the streetlights, I get to the bridge and there the fog is a beautiful golden hue. The fog settled just below the bridge and off to the side I can see flocks of birds breaking through the fog to head offshore. A moving postcard makes me forget I’m driving.
This story is set there, on the edge of the marsh, in an old plantation home barely noticeable beyond the morning fog. That’s where I got the location and the inspiration for the story. I love the paranormal and the idea of brownies and a dryad in this environment made me glow.
Lyn starts as a tragic character with a wounded heart. Her journey is brief but we quickly see the strong, independent fairy her family knew. I love writing characters that have gained their strength through heartbreak. It builds an internal fortress that allows for less tiptoeing around issues. Or, in other words, it allows me to write tough characters that have earned that toughness.
I’m often, as with this post, asked to describe what went into my writing a story. The honest answer is listening. I didn’t plan or outline this one. I just started writing and the story unfolded as I went. I was as surprised by the ending as you will be. That’s the part of writing I love most. Rarely, if ever, am I more than an enraptured observer describing a story unfolding in my imagination.