This paragraph was published a while back on the Paragraph Planet website. It is important to me because it captures the very moment two key characters from my second novel are born, on the page and in the story. It says so much about the people they are set to become in wee voices.
Here I am… Twenty minutes after the birth of his sister Rathlin, Barra was thrust into his new world. When the forceps withdrew their grip on a neck thinner than the bark of a sprouting acorn Barra flopped lifelessly onto the bed, his mother pulling her legs towards her chin, pushing her back against the oak headboard engrained with voyages of other lives, her sticky hair clinging to its story like the branches of that big old tree.