reedsymarketplace
Hire professionals for your project
reedsyblog
Advice, insights and news
reedsylearning
Online publishing courses
reedsylive
Free publishing webinars
reedsydiscovery
Launch your book in style
Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024
Submitted to Contest #294
The words echo in my thoughts. Grief and fear. I think about what C.S. Lewis once wrote, “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.” I walk past her door. It is an obstinate reminder of the distance between us now. An impenetrable solid barrier. I place my hand against it, feeling the wood grain agitate my fingers. It tells me no. “She’s sleeping.” Trevor’s voice startles me, and I turn my head, my hand still pressed firmly against the door. “I know.” I drop my hand, like a useless talisman dangling limply now by my side. “She was as...
“Well, we know where we're goin' * But we don't know where we've been * And we know what we're knowin' * But we can't say what we've seen * And we're not little children * And we know what we want * And the future is certain * Give us time to work it out…” -Talking Heads 1985. "Honestly, Michael, I can work this out," Victor's best friend stands on my porch stoop, shame-faced for my husband. It sucks delivering the news, I know. He shuffles his feet and places a hand on the door frame, leaning in. “It’s no trouble, I’m here. Let me pac...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email: