2015. Making her dad’s dream come true with publishing his works as well, as an
emotional accomplishment. She is the 2016 local A.N.W.A. chapter (Snake River
Writers) president, won NaNoWriMo and loves StoryMakers.
been writing for as long as she can remember. At a young age she lived on a
street she affectionately named Hill Street Blues, which helped her creative
writing. Her Family moved to Menan where she continued her love of writing. Her
father would always be and will continue to be her inspiration, even after his
untimely death in 2006.
sitting in her soft chair next to the fireplace and watching out a big living
room window. It gives her plenty of creative juice for stories.
the love of her life in the loft of a barn. Yep, that set up some teasing from
her father. They have been happily married since 2003. They have four children
and all are loving and supportive of her writing. Her oldest daughter is following in her
footsteps as a writer adding her own illustrations. She refuses to comment on
the trolls in the closets and under the beds. She is active in her church, has
compassion for others, and a love for all life brings.
to unspoken prayers.
mother might be in the audience.
She dismissed the thought. Ridiculous,
her mother never attended her performances, and
she certainly wouldn’t start now. Disgust
and resentment for her mother’s money
and busy filled her. Jocelyn’s
muscled locked, momentarily stunned by her own thoughts and shook her head
to clear her mind. FOCUS,
she told herself.
The performance screamed perfection so far. Jocelyn’s Pas de Deux with
Jason came next, after the fairy dancers in pink sequenced ballet tutus finished. A feeling of trepidation filled her. Not
now, she thought to herself, and shook it off as nerves. The lights
darkened, their cue to take center stage. Jason took her
left hand in his left hand, and lifted it and
kissed the back of her hand. His right arm wrapped around her
waist, and placed his hand in position at her waist. Smiling down at her he walked
her to center stage.
Music began and the curtain opened.
The presentation perfect, the
emotion, the reaction of the crowd, and it all fed her performance. They hadn’t
seen anything yet and she almost smiled knowing the best part happened next.
With her and Jason’s emotional
entanglement within ballet art, captured flawlessly. Jocelyn could feel the audience
enraptured with the whole ethereal experience. The climax, the epic moment of the entire
ballet filled the air as the audience held its breath.
She stepped onto the knee Jason
presented to her, and up into his arms as he stood. She gently stepped onto his shoulders
and balanced. She stood up in point on his shoulder. Once stable she lifted her
right leg in the air and stretched
her arms out in an arabesque, the
audience gasped. Spotters in position Jason slowly walked in a circle as she
balanced and stretched.
She stretched her furthest extension ever, her
personal best. Pure perfection. Her heart calm and running rapid, at
the same time. She soaked in the excited tension of the crowd as it filled the air.
When he stopped they would hold and he
would do a little bounced jumped into the air. Jason would catch her and finish
in a fish dive for the finale. As he came to a stop the spotters slipped back.
Closing her eyes, she prepared herself for the finale, but the moment
Jocelyn felt Jason loosen but the push
up she waited for slipped away. Her mind screamed, where’s Jason’s push? She felt
the sensation of falling instead
of being tossed in the air, her thoughts stern, this isn’t right.
She opened her eyes and saw the stage
rapidly approaching. She knew the
spotters could not reach her in time. Her
heart ceased with fear and closed her eyes tight as her body stiffened. Jocelyn
heard the audience’s sharp intake of breath and screams, just before her body slammed into the stage. At the same time, she heard
a deafening crack and shooting pain in her back. Her body crumpled and all went