An Excerpt A Day - November 22
... I remember this space. I must have gone up and down these stairs a thousand times. The harsh florescent lights feel oddly comforting, and the hollow echoes of our footsteps conjure nostalgia of flirtations and secret handholding.
(from the novel The Pacific Between)
Category: Ray, Writing, Fiction, Pacific Between
(from the novel The Pacific Between)
Category: Ray, Writing, Fiction, Pacific Between
Comments
;-) Compelling prose. This whole waiting for January thing sucks.