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Book details
  • Genre:FICTION
  • SubGenre:Short Stories
  • Language:English
  • Pages:14
  • eBook ISBN:9781483530826

The Visitor

A Short Daydream

by PK Scott

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“This is the story I saw in my mind for many years, before it came to be the written word. These are characters I know from my childhood, and the memories I had; who unwind themselves in a daydream. Enjoy…” -PK Scott
“As I swayed in my hammock, my thoughts drifted up through the leaves rustling in the breeze. I waited while the clouds came into view. As I began to focus on the shapeless clouds hiding behind the jostling leaves, the rhythmic sound of the bicycle stopped. The bicycle crashed into my garden wall as I heard the hurried footsteps pounding the earth. I could not see my visitor hidden behind the wall. I raised my head and followed the sound with my eyes. I could only hear the footsteps of what sounded like a giant. Surprisingly enough, a young woman came bounding through my gate. Out of breath, dusty and bewildered by the appearance of me gazing curiously at the frailty of her body, she paused awkwardly. “Where is Mr. Coleman?” she asked obviously expecting to find him lying in my hammock instead of me. “He doesn’t have the whole story,” she screamed. By this time, I was quickly making my way towards her. As I drew closer, I held out my hands to help calm her. The heat from the afternoon sun was partly to blame for her fainting right there in my yard. She landed with the thump of deadweight hitting the brick pathway hard. A cloud of dust from her faded sundress rose around her body and drifted in the marsh breeze. At that moment, I had the strangest sensation that I was being watched. I looked down at this young girl at my feet and then I glanced around seeing no one. Shadows danced behind the tall wooden fence. I stopped and stared. I was sure I had seen the shadow of someone, not just the trees over head. All I really knew was that I needed to get her out of the sun quickly.” -exerpt from The Visitor
About the author
PK Scott is a Carolina Native who has a fondness for short stories, poetry & photography. She has a bachelors degree in Fine Arts and a Masters Degree in things she is still learning to Master. She likes to practice laughing, going on walks with her dog, cooking dinner for family and friends, and a glass of wine from time to time. She also enjoys traveling to new places, meeting new people, trying different foods & listening to great music. “I write short stories and poetry because that is the way I tell my life story to the world. It is personal evolution. I write because I once loved everything but myself and I didn’t know how to put this into words to share. I write now because it flows rom within. Poetry is a spirit I feel and short stories dance through my brain as I go through my day. It never stops, so years ago I decided to put all down on paper. Through the years, friends and family have asked me to share… so here I go… trying something new… Poetry is the silent music that I hear and my short stories are my daydreams. Through the years, I have learned and relearned and are still learning many things. I have learned that no one can tell your story excpet for you. If you don't tell your story with your own words, it will never get told. It will die a silent death in the shadows of your mind.  I’ve decided tell my story using fictional short stories along with poetry. It's all visual memories of feelings, moods, and daydreams. Inpret it how you please but remember, interpretation your particular view of the artistic work based on your own experience within the writer's words. My intent is to convey feelings of events we've all experienced throughout our lifetimes. Loves we had when we were young and emotions we’ve felt when we were old within our souls, minds, and dreams. It’s different and yet familar in ways no one can tell you. I hope you enjoy your experience.” ... love, light, and laughter. Peace to you my friends.