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Excerpt from Rocks and Flowers in a Box (WIP)
When I rested a hand on his warm back, and a snore elicited from his mouth, my lips eased into a smile. Tristan shifted, then stirred. He blinked open his brilliant blue eyes and found me. “Lorna.” He licked his lips, thirsty, unsure. He sat up. My hand flopped to my side. “Are you okay?”…
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Excerpt from Rocks and Flowers in a Box (WIP)
I sighed, hating the stinging of tears in my eyes. I debated on whether to follow Tristan, but a moment later, the sound of his heavy footsteps up the stairs told me he was secluding himself and would likely bury himself in his writing for several hours, if not for the rest of the day…
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Remembering Grandpa by Creating Him
We stood in the basement of my grandma’s old house, the place I visited every Sunday afternoon as a child. I was now an adult. While I knew she had passed away years ago, as had the man with me, the moment felt so real. The security of his arms around me, the steady rise…
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Excerpt from Hannah’s Rainbow (Opening Scenes)
To some looking back, the world seemed a simpler place a hundred years ago. People left their doors unlocked. Neighbors waved and said hellos and how-do-you-dos. Children could play outside all day, no matter the season, and return home safe for dinner at night. Several modest, nearly identical houses lined Madison Avenue, all constructed…