Sweet 17

We pack our gear and trek to the car. I treat Nick to a Timber Joey milkshake during our drive home. We drag into the house and I open my mouth to holler at Steven that we're home when it hits me he isn't here; he's been gone since Saturday night on an adventure to Toronto with his dad.

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Writing and Fear

My mood shifts. I smile a small smile. I tell her my theory. I close my eyes and think about each of my parts. I ask my Artist to get to work, I ask my Agent to proceed with the project, and I assure my Editor if the world truly does end when I make this public, I can always shut it down. Relief speeds through my body. I’ll actually sleep tonight. 

 

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