We saw no one for hours, until we did, or thought we did.
Then she returned to Atlanta as one returns home after the smoldering fires, having nothing left to burn, have smothered themselves and the only choice is to rebuild.
She almost left when she saw him.
It’s still possible a squirrel will take me in another direction, but for now I may as well give this idea some light.
No, I have not written a novel. Well, once, but it was miserable and I never want to do it again.
I wore mirrored sunglasses and waterproof mascara, but forgot sunscreen and kleenex.
If you picked up a book and read this first page, would you turn to page 2?
I’m not writing, only thinking about it, but I am reading.