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)


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Unknown said…
I got the visual. . .
Ray Wong said…
I'm glad to hear that!
Dawno said…
You aren't still talking about the bunny I hope.

;-) Compelling prose. This whole waiting for January thing sucks.
Ray Wong said…
Oh, tell me about it! I hate to wait. Hate. Hate. Hate.

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