I woke up in the wee hours of Saturday, Oct 31 hearing footsteps on pavement and a young voice shouting, "HELP! Please HELP! She's not breathing!" I woke up a bit, listening, heart speeding up. It was awful and it wasn't over. The shouting continued, "Please help, she's not breathing!" and I was up out of bed, trying to ensure that my breathing stayed calm despite my heart rate. My fingers closed around the edge of a curtain while I visually combed the street outside my window. This was so disconcerting...and then...
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Dragon
A friend requested that part of my birthday gift to her be a story.
I wrote her something once. She says it's in one of her yearbooks, which would make sense; we've known each other since ninth grade. But this piece has to be about a dragon. That's the biggest challenge. What do I do with a dragon?
I wrote her something once. She says it's in one of her yearbooks, which would make sense; we've known each other since ninth grade. But this piece has to be about a dragon. That's the biggest challenge. What do I do with a dragon?
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