The last reminder of hope. Light, scattering in long, thin lines across the black ceramic. For a moment she thought it was a spider web.
So she dropped the mug. It went tumbling from her fingers, and she could see the lines of light dancing across the rim as the mug fell. Continue reading
I mentioned we went on a trip.
One of the places we went was the Hill of Crosses. It’s in Šiauliai, in Lithuania. Continue reading
He said, after he’d sat us down next to him, that his name was Kenny. His daughter, little, blond, five, was named Emily. This was one of those unreal experiences, when the ground seems to slip out from under you, so you can’t do anything but smile and nod because suddenly all the rules have changed and you can’t figure out how the game works now.
This year, I participated in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). Many of you already know this. Many of you were instrumental to my participation, and wrote me excellent guest posts! (Thank you!!!!)