Something More Like a Feeling

I recently made a new friend via WordPress named Lua Fowles. Her blog is likeabowloforanges.wordpress.com & entails the struggles of both becoming a writer & the creative process of writing in general. There is something very personal about Lua’s blog. She writes with an intimacy about her profession that I may never be able to do myself.

Below are excerpts from her most recent story, “Something More Like a Feeling” which she has posted in its entirety on her own blog. The signs of good writing do not arrive all at once. But in bits and pieces through great sentences and paragraphs that flood the senses. Here are my favorite parts of “Something More Like a Feeling.”

Favorite parts in order of appearance:

“Finally, the boat moved with a loud, piercing whistle and started to divide the Bosporus into half as it made its way to the Asian part of the City. The cold wind stroked Mina’s face and she closed her eyes. The sound of the water was amazing… Marmara Sea, just floating like one, giant, mystical river between the two continents, sounding like a mutinous God to Mina’s ears. Poseidon’s rebellious son for simply dividing two continents, keeping them so close to each other yet causing so much difference, she thought. She opened her eyes and as soon as she did, she saw the Maiden’s Tower… There it was, that little tower standing on a tiny little island all by itself in the middle of an angry, dark river, forced to witness the division of the two continents everyday. Whenever Mina saw this tower, which was the first Sunday of every month, the same thought crossed her mind, It looks so lonely, I wonder how she stands against the current for so long.”

“She put two spoon fulls of Turkish coffee into the copper pot and added water. The secret was to not stir it with the spoon once you added the water… Every single woman in Turkey is a fortune teller, she thought to herself. There was always a coffee cup closed upside down to its saucer and waiting for the right eyes to come take a look and see the events of the near future. In every house… even in the government offices, Mina had witnessed that same closed cup on every woman’s desk. And if there is a closed cup, there is a Turkish woman who’s there to tell the fortune.”

Lua Fowles has great insight into Turkish life and also its geography. I have never been to Turkey and always enjoy reading stories about places I have yet to visit. I guess you can say I am an armchair traveler of sorts. If you wish to read all of this story please visit likeabowloforanges.wordpress.com.

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