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.
Monday, January 10, 2011
From "Airs Above the Ground"
Lydia had a family up until that fall. Not a traditional one, but still. She’d had beating hearts around her and eyes that brightened at her touch. And she’d had plans to show for it. But even the best laid plans crumble, burn, disintegrate. Completely fall apart.
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