This isn't really a part of my book. It might be, though. One day I was stuck so I opened a new page and did that exercise where you just write without thinking. What's that called? Anyway, this is what I got. It's not been edited or anything. These are the characters from my book, but it seems less scary to share an "exercise" than part of my actual story! LOL
Yes, I know it is all tell and no show. But that seems to be how I write.
Rachel walked through the fields on the edge of town. The wind lifted soft pieces of her hair into her face, tickling her eyebrows. She absently brushed the silvery strands away. She was concentrating on the sound of a bird in the grass. It sang a song she had never heard before. As she tried to determine its location she closed her eyes. Something rustled by her feet and she looked down to see a serpent slithering away. She gasped then looked again into the field. The birdsong has quieted.
She stood very still, willing it to begin again. She couldn't explain why it captivated her; she only knew that she wanted to see whatever bird would make such a lovely sound.
The sharp smell of the dried grass warmed by the sun tickled her nose and she sneezed. A bird took flight a few feet away. Just a drab brown bird. That couldn't be the singer, could it? It was so plain. She stood quietly for a few minutes more before finally continuing on her stroll.
She had no destination. She wasn't walking toward anything. She was walking away. Away from her home, her family, her pain. She had been making bread when she stood up, wiped her hands, and strode out the door, walked through town and then continued going. She had not said anything to anyone. She had not sent any messages. She knew Eleazar would be worried. She didn't care. She was free. She had left it all behind.
She continued walking, and sneezing and brushing hair out of her face until the field came to a gradual end. Now she stood before a dusty wilderness. She looked to the left and to the right and saw a Wadi. She knew it would be cooler there, so she found a way down and continued to walk along in the sheltered ravine. As long as it didn't rain she would be better off down here. She didn't allow herself to think of robbers. She had nothing for them to steal anyway. Forgetting that some men wanted things other than money.
She stopped to clear the pebbles out of her sandal and leaned against the rock wall to catch her breath. She couldn't see the sun from where she was, but the shadows were deep. She thought it had been several hours since she had left.
With the exhilaration wearing off, she began to think about her plans. Where could she go? She knew no-one. She had no money. No food. No way to earn money. No decent way to make money, that is. Eleazar's face came into her mind. He was worried. She knew. She had always been waiting for him when he came in from the shop.
He didn't deserve to worry. He didn't understand her, but he loved her. She knew that. She knew that he was very patient with her. She also understood that she was vastly different from the young girl he had married. Of course he was different than he had been, too. But his difference was actually improvement. He had deepened. His gentleness had become more focused and he was wiser.
She sighed and turned around.