Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors, where participants share 8 sentences from a book or WIP. I’m currently sharing from my current WIP, Journey Through a Dark Forest, Chapter 39, “Velira’s Birthday Wish.” It’s September 1937 in Isfahan, Iran, and the orphanage co-director’s niece is turning three years old. While she was in the courtyard by herself, she saw a snake and climbed a tree onto the wall around the yard. From her vantage point, she recognized a man walking to the bazaar, and has now begun following him.
She also recognizes his friend, a former prince whom she met in the Colony of Aden a few months ago, while her group was clandestinely en route from Kyiv to Iran. He helped them with getting Nansen passports and British protection/permission to enter Iran, where the former prince has lived since 1918.
On any other day, she’d stop to absorb the exotic scents, bright colors, and tantalizing food, but right now she’s on a mission.
Velira finds him again by a gaz stand, talking with a hazel-eyed man about his height, whom she recognizes as Prince Arkásha. As he starts to move on again with his new Russophone friend, she continues calling after him.
“Papa, Papa, wait for me!”
Vítya finally turns around and stares at the determined pint-sized child holding a fancy doll and racing after him. He drops onto his knees and holds his spindly arms out, tears streaming down his face. Velira wraps her arms around her father’s neck as soon as he encloses her in his embrace.
“Where are Mama and our baby?”
Gaz nougat candy, part of Isfahan’s native cuisine.