Haley Dreams
My dreams always started the same way.
My dreams always started the same way.
So, I’ve been reading my NaNoWriMo novel today and had a brainwave.
I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee.
Amy wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and flushed the toilet quickly before her mother asked questions.
My name is Gracie and I am the Sentinel.
Young Mary laced my bodice tight and helped me into my skirts.
Heaven didn’t want the maiming boy
My hands shook in the cold rain as I fumbled with the shovel handle as another flash of lightning illuminated the back deck’s leaf litter blanket.
Driving late at night
rain in late summer
I stare at my winged reflection
Eunice sat on the edge of her daughter’s bed and stared out the window, the rustling of leaves muted by glass.