This is a place I dump things that I cut out of my short stories so I don't feel so bad about my dead word children.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
From "Airs Above the Ground"
The ceremony was charming. The little girls looked proud. Lydia liked how the candles cast licks of color across their open mouths. She felt supportive of these children, especially the ones whose alto voices drifted frightfully off course.
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