Introduction

The girl called Sparrow sat on her wide windowsill and stared up at the silver moon.  The moon was so bright it seemed to burn away the tar black sky trying to swallow it whole.  She looked away from the moon to look at the stars.  She was suddenly reminded of the poem her father used to whisper to her as a little girl.

Silver goes where Starlight leads,

starlit waves and silvered leaves.

Starlight dances and Starlight grieves

in the meadows in silver weaves.

Eat the fruits of Silver reaper,

between the roots of Starlight keeper.

Bask in starlight, bathe in silver;

starcrest mountain, silvern river.

Sparrow had never understood that poem.  It had always been a nonsense little rhyme a father used to lull his daughter to sleep.  She wondered why she had never thought much about the words.  Her wondering was cut short by a loud bang down the hall. She could almost hear her stepmother’s long fingernails scraping along the walls towards her room.  Sparrow knew her stepmother was coming to make sure she was in bed. She, like her namesake, stepped quickly and quietly to her bed.  As she was pulling back the covers she heard the sounds of whispering outside her door.  As she crept closer the whispers turned into words.

“Yes. It might be risky, but you still need to bring it. Jonathan will be away for the week, so all we will have to do is dispose of the  girl. . . I understand. But we always have the option of-” Her stepmother paused as if listening for something.  Sparrow held her breath. If she were to hear me now, she might kill me, she thought, No, what am I thinking? She wouldn’t be capable of something like that, would she...?

Reviews

[LuciaMarie]

Personally I am not a big fan of your opening sentence, because I feel that it does not capture my attention and pull me in. Overall though I did like this for a into/preface kind of thing. I think that you did well with the ending, because of the cliffhanger you left me with.